Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, drink the 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 their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of Roman
My bitch is bad 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 rather be happy fucking forty
So fuck the lecture i'm having 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 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 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 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 a burger eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, intended pun
Same time it to get the stitches done
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a just to perform Sandwitches
Started in fuckin London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a of fucking 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 creep quiet tender
Make a peep, fucking body go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her like a fucking greek God
was the shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age my Memphis Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the beak
(once i my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the talking in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, the fucking shit
And if you disagree lick a couple clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard
Go to Shake House and Goblin in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to listen to track six
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his dick
And put it in the where the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Fallon like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks this Wolf War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F