Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat 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 of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just 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,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet i'll onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and together 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 out to Sydney, Australia with 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,
click your heels,
there's no place home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers 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,
to Commons last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she could 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 deaf arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa didn't one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and to use a crack 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 like your kids 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 security guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
like gay moms,
you other f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)