Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears 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 more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure chest,
better yet i'll build onto the like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together like a vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, feather peck, checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia with ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA don't me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm for gun rights to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
click your heels,
there's no place home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
what's up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two after the showers 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 like a f*ggot the hics up,
to Commons last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
her kids off,
so she come out and dance 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,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right 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 than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the security guard doesn't hold 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)