Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch 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 Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with ted donnelly,
He caught 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 fucking heels,
no place like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with 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 blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know 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,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of deaf 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,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if fan asks for a f*cking photo,
while i'm snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas will be poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are than finding a fucking 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 other f*ckers can f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)