Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all 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 i'll build the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and together like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia 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,
click your 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 can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might 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,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get 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,
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 Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa give one,
why i'm like 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,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas will be poor,
don't me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere 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 f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)