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 tree medlar african,
Coughing till theres in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure chest,
yet i'll build onto 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 decks and push for be prepared 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,
click your 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 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 this got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to Commons last album and get up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck 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,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of deaf arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm 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 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 of guns with me,
like gay moms,
you other f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)