Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really shoot a group of up
Deep thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to
Still can't tell the difference just like with their eyes 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 strudel at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of noodles
My is bad mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a blast
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am ditching
I be happy than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's i'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't like it) oh
Let's get XXL to write us a fucking
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it across the lines i read it
I'm the fucking poet, who knows it? You 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 a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya ass Nigga (Where's the sauce?)
Now a burger eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it took to get the stitches
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle to perform Sandwitches
back in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a bunch of faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a
Wolf is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a greek God
Bastard was the shit, explains why it leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis
Shooting from the sky, the only is the missing beak
(once i have my 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, that's the fucking
And if you disagree a couple pimple-covered clits
From stripping, lesbian dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those that fight niggas
Alright, enough with shit, let's talk business
more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and play in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to listen to track six
If he doesn't like it just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and post on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the
In a rage would scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya before this Wolf War is over
repeats itself, im an O.F soldier