Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
Coughing till theres in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you n*ggers a 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,
better yet i'll onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather vest,
you sweater 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 to shoot 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,
That 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 vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
to Commons last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she come out and dance 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 people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa didn't one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack 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 really is to f*cking 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 security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)