Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, welcome to my bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit teller's 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 build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
stitch Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and for be prepared for less,
I'm out to Sydney, Australia with 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 to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
click fucking heels,
no place like home,
cock back and 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 wrong with me might be my f*cking see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this 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 f*cked up,
you can smell us coming 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,
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 of deaf people arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd Future f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan asks for a photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
have a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas will be poor,
don't me,
okay be right 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 f*cking you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a tooth,
hoping the f*cking security doesn't hold you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)