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 hard through the B.X
Skinny but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me umm he checked
Right back to that money O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we and we flex like

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

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

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

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

Burn bitch I let it bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm
No navigation you can see it is my chyea (swerv, swerv)
Shorty give me all that brain ain't never learned shit

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