Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i really shoot a group of guys up
thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't the difference just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of 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, fuck college Mommy, i am class
I be happy than fucking forty
So fuck the 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 sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the 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 angus if you want
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (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 fast
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same it took to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, out Roxy Performance
Ski mask of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, children 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 harmed?
Any creep quiet tender sleep
a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, 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 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)
Free earl, the fucking shit
And if you lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian dikes fight niggas
That like to rap about those dikes that fight
Alright, enough with shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, bitches
Go to Shake and play Goblin in his kitchen then
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and is
Take a bunch of pictures and them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier