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 my tree medlar south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch 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,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no place home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I a vacation 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know 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 sound of people arguing,
you the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if fan asks for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere like your wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
nose and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)