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 medlar south african,
Coughing till pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you n*ggers a 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,
call me treasure chest,
yet i'll build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and 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 place home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
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 the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and rented a jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You Casey 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 of the sound of deaf people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't 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 on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when 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 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,
the f*cking security guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)