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 medlar african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you n*ggers a 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 onto the beat like 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 decks and push for be for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, 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,
your 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 what's up
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas 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 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 the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the now my papa didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you need is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in 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 guns me,
gay step moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)