Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin 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 that shit Garfield
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 like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga dick for some

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