Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing till theres pains in my abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit never taddling,
you n*ggers a 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,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and 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 fighting for gun rights to shoot a in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
what's up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
her kids 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,
spit retardedly,
as retarded of the sound of deaf arguing,
you the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be back i'm heading 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 security guard hold you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
like gay moms,
you other f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)