Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
Coughing till pains 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,
snakes i'm 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,
yet i'll build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, feather peck, checks,
i'll put decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA follow me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a in his dome,
click your heels,
there's no like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I a vacation 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and rented a jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
me and Lucas getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she could come out and dance me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
flow retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of 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 papa didn't one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere like kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to show you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)