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 smoke my 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,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit 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,
call me treacherous chest,
yet i'll build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared 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,
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 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 and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
listening to last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her off,
so she could come out and 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 people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd 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 for a f*cking 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,
n*ggas will be poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of with me,
gay step moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)