Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really shoot a of guys up
Deep thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to
Still can't tell the difference like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple in a Wendy's parking lot
at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a beach in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of noodles
My bitch is bad mixed with a ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a sticky
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am class
I rather be happy than forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having Sydney me
For the 2Dope (they like it) oh well
Let's get XXL to us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
sitting 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
Comprehend the language, you scared of
I'm all anxious, we got the angus if you beef
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a 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 to get the stitches done
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, cracker children wanted
they could bump and punch a bunch of faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the and were all evil harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties a fucking greek God
was the shit, explains why it never leaked
I am of my age with my Memphis Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the problem is the missing beak
(once i have my wings and my chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree lick a couple clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dikes fight niggas
Alright, enough this shit, let's talk business
Acquire currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake and play Goblin in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to listen to track six
If he like it I'll just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and is
Take a bunch of pictures and post on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon like "faggot, we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start on the stage
In a rage that scare Zach Rocha
get ya tanks before this Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier