Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing till theres in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit teller's 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 beat Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future like a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia ted donnelly,
He gets 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,
your fucking heels,
there's no like home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me might be my tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a when the hics up,
listening to Commons last album and get up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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 hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother 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 another fan asks for a 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 be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't 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 need is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)