Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, the cyanide up
Dope as so i would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm lost (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't the difference just like Asians with 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 beach in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of Roman
My is bad mixed with a thicky 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, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't like it) oh
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 know it, you
Comprehend the language, you of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the if you want beef
Now that's a for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now a burger 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)
Fuckin aw, get you some, intended pun
Same time it took to get the stitches
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, cracker wanted something
they could bump and punch a of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all evil
Any sheep creep quiet tender
Make a peep, fucking body go missing in a week
Roam around the with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, explains why it never
I am coming of my age with my Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the only is the missing beak
(once i have my wings and my chain)
Oh that's the talking in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, the fucking shit
And if you disagree a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dikes that niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, talk business
Acquire more currency, bitches
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his then
Force him and his mom to 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 niggas start storming on the stage
In a that would scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks before Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier