Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the 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 in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "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, 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 in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
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 tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that burn
Yeah I let that Kush
gasoline, bitch
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 throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your 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 like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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