Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
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 like a deep breath
niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "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 don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
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
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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
Holla at a nigga if you want that Mayer