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 impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
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 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, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so 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 at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

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

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 getting
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar