Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck so i would really shoot a group of up
Deep thought, i'm often (fuck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just like Asians with their shut
Butt-fuck a couple rocks in a parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti made of Roman noodles
My bitch is bad mixed with a ass
Get my rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, college Mommy, i am ditching class
I be happy than fucking forty
So fuck the teacher's lecture i'm having record me
For the (they didn't like it) oh well
get XXL to write us a fucking story
(Hook: Beats)
It's right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines i read it
I'm the poet, who knows it? You know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language, you of war?
I'm all anxious, we got the if you want 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 burger for ya ass (Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it Nigga
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same it took to get the stitches done
Custom made, one of one, sold out Roxy
Ski mask color of a pickle just to Sandwitches
Started back in fuckin London, cracker wanted something
could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces, stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a
Evil Wolf is on the farm and were all evil
Any sheep creep quiet tender
Make a peep, fucking body go missing in a week
around the city with her titties like a fucking greek God
Bastard was the shit, explains why it leaked
I am of my age with my Memphis Bleak
Shooting the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
(once i have my wings and my chain)
Oh that's the black talking in me, let me a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the shit
And if you lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian dikes that niggas
That to rap about those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, talk business
Acquire currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake House and Goblin in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to listen to six then
If he doesn't like it I'll slice his fucking dick
And put it in the cabinet the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and post on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang start storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Rocha
Better get ya tanks this Wolf War is over
History itself, im an O.F soldier