Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just 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,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet i'll build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, feather peck, 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 don't 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 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 me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I a vacation 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked 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,
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 people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa didn't one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
be right 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 is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of with me,
like gay moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)