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
Deep thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me to awesome
Still tell the difference just 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 rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am class
I rather be happy than forty
So fuck the teacher's i'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't like it) oh
get XXL to write 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 angus if you want
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 burger eat it Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
time it took to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, sold out 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
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 will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her 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 missing
(once i my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me down a 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, lesbian that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dikes that fight
Alright, enough with this shit, let's business
more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and Goblin in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just his fucking dick
And put it in the where the fucking cookies and chips is
a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Zach
Better get ya tanks before Wolf War is over
repeats itself, im an O.F soldier