Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink 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 like Asians with their eyes shut
a couple rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of 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 sticky
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be than fucking forty
So the teacher's lecture i'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they like it) oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled the lines i read it
I'm the poet, who knows it? You know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language, you scared of
I'm all anxious, we got the angus if you beef
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a for ya ass Nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now a burger eat it fast Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same time it to get the stitches done
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle to perform Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, cracker children something
could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Wolf is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
Any creep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking God
was the shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Bleak
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the beak
(once i have my and my motherfucking chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me down a couple cups of
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the fucking
And if you disagree lick a pimple-covered clits
some stripping, lesbian dikes that fight niggas
That like to rap those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and play Goblin in his then
Force him and his mom to listen to track six
If he doesn't like it I'll just his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and is
Take a bunch of pictures and them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon like "faggot, we performin?"
then a bunch of Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a rage that would Zach Rocha
get ya tanks before this Wolf War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F