Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would shoot a group of guys up
thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just like with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a beach in Rome
In a black-pink strap made of Roman noodles
My bitch is bad with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this end up in a sticky blast
Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I be happy than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having record me
For the 2Dope (they like it) oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines i read it
I'm the fucking poet, who knows it? You it, you bogus
Comprehend the language, you scared of
I'm all anxious, we got the if you want beef
Now that's a burger for ya ass (Slice the onions)
Now a burger 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)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same time it took to get the done
Custom made, one of one, out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle to perform Sandwitches
back in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a bunch of faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a greek God
was the shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis
Shooting from the sky, the problem is the missing beak
(once i my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree lick a couple clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
That to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk
Acquire currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his kitchen
Force him and his mom to to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his dick
And put it in the where the fucking cookies and chips is
a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon like "faggot, we performin?"
a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Rocha
Better get ya tanks before Wolf War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F