Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing till pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking 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 sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with 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 a n*gga in his dome,
click your heels,
no place like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I can't (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 after the with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
me and Lucas getting f*cked up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last album and get up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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 deaf arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the now my papa didn't give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas will be poor,
don't me,
be right back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to show you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the security 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)