Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, drink the up
Dope as so i would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me next to
Still can't tell the just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright
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 with a thicky ass
Get my rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college Mommy, i am ditching
I rather be happy fucking forty
So the teacher's lecture i'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope (they like it) oh well
get XXL to write us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines i 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 beef
Now that's a burger for ya ass (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass (Put on the cheese)
Now a burger for ya ass Nigga (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, out Roxy Performance
Ski mask color of a pickle 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 arms, Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil is on the farm and were all evil harmed?
Any creep quiet tender sleep
a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, explains why it 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 the black talking in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the fucking
And if you disagree lick a couple clits
From some stripping, dikes that fight niggas
That to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, bitches
Go to House and play Goblin in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to listen to six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking
And put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and is
a bunch of pictures and post them on my Twitters and
Go to Fallon like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start on the stage
In a rage that would Zach Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this Wolf War is
History itself, im an O.F soldier