Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch 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 build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together like a vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put decks 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,
your fucking heels,
there's no place home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
what's up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me 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 and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped 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 people arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa give one,
that's why i'm like 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 have a breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere like your wet dream,
you mean 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 f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of with me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)