Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, the cyanide up
Dope as so i would 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 Asians with their shut
Butt-fuck a couple in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in
In a Spagetti strap made of Roman noodles
My is bad mixed with a thicky 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, fuck college Mommy, i am ditching
I rather be happy fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they like it) oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a fucking
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting 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
the language, you scared of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the angus if you want
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 (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same time it took to get the stitches
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and all evil harmed?
Any sheep creep quiet sleep
Make a peep, fucking will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, why it never leaked
I am of my age with my Memphis Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the beak
(once i have my and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree lick a couple pimple-covered
some stripping, lesbian dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap about dikes that fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, bitches
Go to House and play Goblin in his kitchen then
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just 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 like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start on the stage
In a rage that would Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F