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 smoke my tree south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and 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 n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me 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 decks and for be prepared for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia with ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm for gun rights to shoot 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 what's up
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me be my f*cking tourettes see,
I a vacation 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when the hics up,
to Commons last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she come out and dance with me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the of deaf people arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
what' you 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,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
you other f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)