Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing till 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 onto the beat Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future like a leather 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, 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 shoot a in his dome,
click fucking heels,
no place like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't 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 'cause all this 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 us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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 f*ck now my papa didn't one,
that's why i'm 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 snap like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas will be poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere like kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are than finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)