Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm lost (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright
Cock-a-doodle, eat a strudel at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap of Roman noodles
My is bad mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm ass
Life's a bitch, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't it) oh well
get XXL to write us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled the lines i read it
I'm the fucking poet, who knows it? You know it, you
Comprehend the language, you scared of
I'm all anxious, we got the angus if you 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 Nigga (Where's the sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it fast
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same time it to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski mask color of a just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a bunch of faces, stomp 'em out
pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all harmed?
Any sheep creep quiet tender
Make a peep, body will 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 problem is the beak
(once i my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me down a couple of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, the fucking shit
And if you disagree lick a couple clits
From some stripping, lesbian dikes that fight
That like to rap about those that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk
more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and play in his kitchen then
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 Fallon like "faggot, we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Zach
get ya tanks before this Wolf War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F