Luyện nghe bài hát Burger

(Verse 1: The Creator)
Nigga this is my cup, 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 to awesome
Still tell the difference just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt-fuck a couple rocks in a Wendy's lot
Barking at the sight of light my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eat a toaster strudel at a nude beach in
In a black-pink Spagetti strap made of Roman
My bitch is bad with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, on my face, now I'm kicking ass
a bitch, fuck college 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 write us a fucking
(Hook: Beats)
It's sitting right in my lap i see it Scribbled across the lines i 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 that's a for ya ass Nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya ass Nigga (Where's the sauce?)
Now have a burger eat it fast
(Verse 2: The Creator)
Fuckin aw, get you some, obviously pun
Same time it took to get the done
made, one of one, sold out Roxy Performance
Ski color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
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 harmed?
Any sheep creep quiet tender
Make a peep, fucking will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking God
Bastard was the shit, why it never 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 in me, let me down a couple cups of bleach
(Hook)
(Verse 3: The Creator)
Free earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping, lesbian that fight niggas
That like to rap those dikes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard
Go to Shake House and play in his kitchen then
Force him and his mom to to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fucking
And put it in the where the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy like "faggot, when we performin?"
then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas storming on the stage
In a rage that would scare Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this War is over
History repeats itself, im an O.F