Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears it like 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 more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom 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 like a leather vest,
you sweater neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia ted donnelly,
He gets up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a 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,
what's up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
her kids 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,
flow retardedly,
as of the sound of deaf people arguing,
you the future of the kid your 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 for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a 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 guns me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)