Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

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

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

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

And I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn
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