Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
Coughing till pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit never 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,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet i'll build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and together like a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared 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 to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
your 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 might be my tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids 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 now my papa didn't give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if fan asks for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be 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,
you mean 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,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)