Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really shoot a group of up
Deep thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to
Still tell the difference just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple rocks in a parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a beach in Rome
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, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having record me
For the 2Dope (they like it) oh well
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 fucking poet, who it? You know it, you bogus
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 for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a for ya ass Nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it took to get the stitches
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 could bump and punch a bunch of faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and all evil harmed?
Any sheep creep tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go in a week
around the city with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the problem is the missing beak
(once i have my and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree lick a couple clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, talk business
Acquire currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and Goblin in his kitchen then
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the where the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the
In a rage would scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks this Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier