Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm on the counter 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 than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell hoe: "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't with none of you niggas like 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, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the 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 Kreme
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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