Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
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 a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell 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 fuck with none 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, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch 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 go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it a padded room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
lean 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 shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
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 ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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