Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
n*gger my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet i'll build onto the like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll 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 caught 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,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know 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,
flow 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 f*ck now my papa didn't one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
have a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
be right back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a 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 couple of with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)