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 must of got the impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real 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
Bitch I'm on 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, clean Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

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 bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand 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 bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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