Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm 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 treacherous 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 sweater neck, feather peck, checks,
i'll put decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm for gun rights to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
click your heels,
there's no place home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and rented a jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids 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,
spit retardedly,
as of the sound of deaf people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd Future mother sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be 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 your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you need is to f*cking show you,
how we are than 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 had a couple of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)