Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
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 with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that 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 that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
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, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow 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
I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
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 no bitch
I'm talking that scratch 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 scared go to school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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