Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
till theres 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 a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
n*gger my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet i'll build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future like a leather vest,
you sweater neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia ted donnelly,
He caught 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 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 what's up
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when 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 could come out and with 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 deaf arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
have a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a 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 like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)