Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm 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 together like a vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, feather peck, checks,
i'll put together decks and push for be for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia 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 a n*gga in his dome,
click fucking heels,
there's no like home,
back and blast 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 tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented 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,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her off,
so she could out and dance 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 the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future mother sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack 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,
came out of nowhere like your 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 had a couple of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)