Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as so i would really 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 Asians their eyes shut
a couple 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 in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap of Roman noodles
My bitch is bad with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am ditching
I rather be happy than fucking
So fuck the lecture i'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't like it) oh
Let's get XXL to 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
Comprehend the language, you scared of
I'm all anxious, we got the if you want 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 that's a burger for ya ass (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same it took to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
back in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
they bump and punch a bunch of fucking 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 creep quiet sleep
a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam the city with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, why it never leaked
I am of my age with my Memphis Bleak
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 a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, the fucking shit
And if you disagree lick a pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian dikes that niggas
like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's business
more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his kitchen
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he like it I'll just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet where the cookies and chips 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 scare Zach Rocha
get ya tanks before this Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier