Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them 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,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and together like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, feather peck, checks,
i'll put decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia with ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA don't 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,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
her kids 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 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 like 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 f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be 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,
you mean old news,
all you really need is to 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 guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)