Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
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 like a deep breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate 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 that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean 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, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
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 kids and kill the ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

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

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