Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing till pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm 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,
i'll put together and push 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 like 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 be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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,
flow retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of 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 down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap 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 kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than 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,
none' you other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)