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 theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just 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,
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, feather peck, checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA don't 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 like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
I count (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 the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
me and Lucas getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming 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 could come out and dance 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 the future 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 asks for a photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done 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,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose 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 f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)