Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose
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 living in hell like a deep
niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate 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 fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean Ajax
Man I fuck 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 in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and 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 that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and 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 ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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