Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Drug
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I my tree medlar south african,
Coughing till pains 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 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 follow 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 and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't 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 need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot the hics up,
listening to Commons last album and get up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck 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 of the sound of deaf people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a 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 be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
out of nowhere like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to show you,
how we are harder finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)