Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them all with 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 treasure chest,
better yet i'll 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, 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 shoot a in his dome,
click fucking heels,
no place like home,
cock and blast 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 with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a 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,
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 people arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking 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 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 to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas will be poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of like your kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised 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 can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)