Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

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