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,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you n*ggers a 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,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet i'll build onto the beat Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together like a 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 to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
click your heels,
there's no place home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
what's up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple 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 album and get up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey 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 deaf 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 didn't give one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if fan asks for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas will be poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading 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 show you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard doesn't you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)