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 lost (fuck it) put me to awesome
Still tell the difference just like Asians with 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 strudel at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink strap made of Roman noodles
My bitch is bad mixed with a 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 rather be than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't it) oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a story
(Hook: Beats)
sitting 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
the language, you scared 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 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 burger eat it fast
(Verse 2: The Creator)
aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle to perform Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, children wanted something
they could bump and a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie not a carn
Wolf is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking will go missing in a week
Roam around the with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, why it never 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 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, lesbian dikes that niggas
That like to rap those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, bitches
Go to Shake House and play in his kitchen then
him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking
And put it in the cabinet the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and post them on my and
Go to Jimmy Fallon like "faggot, we performin?"
then a of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier