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 tell the difference just like with their eyes shut
a couple rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti made of Roman noodles
My bitch is bad mixed with a ass
Get my rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking
So fuck the lecture i'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't it) oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a fucking
(Hook: Beats)
sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines 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 burger for ya ass (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass (Put on the cheese)
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (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 done
Custom made, one of one, out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, children wanted something
they could bump and a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a
Evil Wolf is on the and were all evil harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go in a week
Roam around the city with her like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, explains why it leaked
I am of my age with my Memphis Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the beak
(once i my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh the black talking in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the fucking
And if you lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his then
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't it I'll just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the where the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon like "faggot, we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang start storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Zach
get ya tanks before this Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier