Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, 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 hoe: "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 like
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas 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 at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look 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
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat
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 want it, straight jack it a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks 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 shit
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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