Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
niggas 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, guns on the
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 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 funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but look 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
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

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 your somethin'
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
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
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my obese, fuck that bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some 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 nigga if you that Oscar Mayer