Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let Kush burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Young Money, we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let that Kush
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here higher
Holla at a nigga if you want Oscar Mayer