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
thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of Roman
My bitch is bad mixed with a ass
Get my rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am class
I be happy 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 us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled the lines i read it
I'm the fucking poet, who knows it? You know it, you
Comprehend the language, you of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the angus if you beef
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a for ya ass Nigga (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, intended pun
Same it took to get the stitches done
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, children wanted something
they bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all harmed?
Any sheep quiet tender sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a
Roam the city with her titties like a fucking greek God
was the shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the beak
(once i have my wings and my chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me down a 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
like to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk
more 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 and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and post on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy like "faggot, when we performin?"
a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the stage
In a that would scare Zach Rocha
Better get ya before this Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier