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 theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
them 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,
better yet i'll build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and 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 rights to shoot a in his dome,
your fucking 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 with me might be my tourettes see,
I need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and rented a jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last album and get 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,
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 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,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas will be poor,
believe me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you need is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking security doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)