Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really a group of guys up
Deep thought, i'm often lost (fuck it) put me to awesome
Still can't tell the just like Asians with their eyes shut
a couple rocks in a Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of noodles
My bitch is bad with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a sticky
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm ass
Life's a bitch, fuck Mommy, i am ditching class
I rather be than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having record me
For the 2Dope (they didn't like it) oh
Let's get XXL to us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it across the lines i read it
I'm the fucking poet, who knows it? You know it, you
the language, you scared 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 burger for ya ass (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya ass (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
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform
Started back in London, cracker children wanted something
they could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces, 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie not a carn
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all evil
Any sheep creep quiet tender
Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a
Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking God
Bastard was the shit, why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing
(once i my wings 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 lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian dikes that fight
That like to rap about those dikes that niggas
Alright, enough with shit, let's talk business
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 slice his fucking
And put it in the cabinet where the cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and them on my Twitters and
Go to Fallon like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start storming on the
In a rage that would scare Zach
Better get ya tanks this Wolf War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F