Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm lost (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just like Asians with their eyes
Butt-fuck a couple rocks in a Wendy's lot
at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti made of Roman noodles
My is bad mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, will end up in a sticky blast
Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am class
I rather be happy 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 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 scared of
I'm all anxious, we got the if you want beef
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 burger eat it fast
(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 of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and all evil harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, body will go missing in a week
Roam the city with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, explains why it leaked
I am coming of my age my Memphis Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing
(once i have my wings and my 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 fucking
And if you lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian dikes that fight
That like to rap about dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, talk business
more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his kitchen
Force him and his mom to listen to six then
If he doesn't it I'll just slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet the fucking 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 niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Rocha
Better get ya tanks before Wolf War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F