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 medlar african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking 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,
i'm f*cking 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 Future 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 for gun rights to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
your fucking 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 me might be my f*cking tourettes 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 us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she could come out and dance me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
flow retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of deaf arguing,
you the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future mother sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe 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 really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)