Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm often (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just like Asians with eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light 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 dicky rocky, this will end up in a blast
Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck Mommy, i am ditching class
I be happy than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm Sydney record me
For the (they didn't like 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 it, you bogus
Comprehend the language, you scared of
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 burger for ya ass Nigga (Where's the sauce?)
Now have a eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same it took to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, cracker children wanted
they could bump and 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 tender
a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a greek God
was the shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the beak
(once i my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree lick a couple pimple-covered
some stripping, lesbian 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 play Goblin in his then
Force him and his mom to to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking
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 Fallon like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Wang niggas 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