Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
i'm just 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,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure chest,
better yet i'll build onto the beat Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather 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, Australia 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 rights to shoot a in his dome,
click fucking heels,
there's no place home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the of deaf people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa give one,
that's why i'm like 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 snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard 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)