Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on 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 fuck 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 dance at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your call 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 a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

And I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let that burn
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 thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
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 that shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to 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, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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