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 smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never 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 together like a leather vest,
you sweater 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 caught up at security,
the TSA follow me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun rights to a n*gga in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no like home,
back 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 a vacation 'cause all this 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 Lucas getting up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last 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,
flow retardedly,
as of the sound of deaf 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 papa give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of with me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)