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 my tree medlar south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's 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 onto the like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and push for be 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 fucking heels,
there's no like home,
cock 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 a vacation 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
listening to 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 come out and with me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
spit retardedly,
as of the sound of deaf people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the now my papa didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if fan asks 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 proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you 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 security guard doesn't you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)