Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing till theres in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet i'll build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together like a vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
click fucking heels,
there's no place home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and rented a jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
to Commons last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she come out and dance with me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the of deaf people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd Future mother sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking security doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)