Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit never taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
n*gger my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
me treacherous treasure 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 f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia 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 to shoot a n*gga 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 me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to Commons last 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 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 hold the future of the kid daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the now my papa didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if fan asks for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be 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 like your wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really need is to 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 of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)