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 south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure chest,
yet i'll build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you sweater neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, Australia ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA don't 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,
there's no place home,
back 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 wrong with me be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a 'cause all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can us coming like a f*ggot when the hics up,
to Commons last album and get pumped 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,
flow 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 didn't one,
why i'm like 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,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas be dumb poor,
believe me,
okay be right i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of 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,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking 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)