Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a 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,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure chest,
better yet i'll build onto the like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
stitch Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, 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,
no place like home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking 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 us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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 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 fan asks for a f*cking photo,
while i'm 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,
believe 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 f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)