Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking 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 theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never 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 build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
stitch Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and push for be for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia 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,
what's up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and rented a jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
to Commons last album 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 retarded of the sound of deaf arguing,
you hold the 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 another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when 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,
came out of like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the security guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)