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 the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in 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
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they 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, shout out to my old
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
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 Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here higher
Money, bitch we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
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
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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