Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm often (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't the difference just like Asians 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 strudel at a nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of noodles
My bitch is bad mixed a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, 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 than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's 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)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the 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 a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now a burger eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same time it took to get the stitches
Custom made, one of one, sold out Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform
back in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
they bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Circus not a carn
Wolf is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a
Roam around the city her titties like a fucking greek God
was the shit, explains 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 wings and my 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 pimple-covered
From some stripping, lesbian that fight niggas
like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, bitches
Go to Shake House and play in his kitchen then
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet where the 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 start storming on the stage
In a rage that scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this War is over
repeats itself, im an O.F soldier