Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm often (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just like Asians with their shut
Butt-fuck a rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of noodles
My bitch is bad mixed with a ass
Get my rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am ditching
I be happy than fucking forty
So the teacher's lecture i'm having Sydney record me
For the (they didn't like it) oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a story
(Hook: Beats)
It's right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines i read it
I'm the fucking poet, who it? You know it, you bogus
the language, you scared of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the angus if you beef
Now that's a for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started back in London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all harmed?
Any sheep creep tender sleep
a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking God
Bastard was the shit, why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis
Shooting the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
(once i have my wings and my chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me down a cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian that fight niggas
That like to rap about dikes that fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard
Go to Shake House and Goblin in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to listen to track six
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his dick
And put it in the cabinet the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and post on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon "faggot, when we performin?"
a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage would scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya before this Wolf War is over
repeats itself, im an O.F soldier