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 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 nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti made of Roman noodles
My is bad mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a blast
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be happy fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't it) oh well
Let's get XXL to us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines i it
I'm the fucking poet, who knows it? You it, you bogus
Comprehend the language, you of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the if you want beef
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya ass (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it fast
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, intended pun
Same time it took to get the done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
they bump and punch a bunch 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 quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a
Roam the city with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, why it never leaked
I am coming of my age my Memphis Bleak
from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
(once i have my and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the talking in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dikes fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his kitchen
Force him and his mom to listen to track six
If he doesn't it I'll just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Fallon like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks before Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier