Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga)

Chain all V.S. I with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding through the B.X
Skinny but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga to do me wrong umm he checked
Right to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot the P-Jet
Cause we and we flex like

90PX, working all night no breaks or a
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn't made for that
But I could probably hire him and who all for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows B.S. boy I run my city

End of story, P.S
All white Greenbay they packed
niggas was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my at?
I got white was serving that I to jail I ain't going back
I alley oop your off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho,
Maybach Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, out to my new ho
That pussy pink like and I dog that Cujo

Niggas talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that break (til it break)
bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you gotta pay
So let that shit
Let that shit I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on I'm only gettin' higher
50 all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

Bitch I had one shot and I ain't it
Riding til the fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king

bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my chyea (swerv, swerv)
Shorty give me all that brain still never learned shit

Oh your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that got the new car smell
shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your sound like a time bomb, boom, lil' bitch