Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, on the table
I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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
Young Money, bitch we at the top like

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it 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, reach and I'll smoke your ass like
I be like bleach, double 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 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 shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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