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 medlar african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
them all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit never 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,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet i'll build onto the like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
stitch Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you sweater neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put decks and push 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 rights to a n*gga in his dome,
click fucking heels,
no place like home,
cock 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 vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming 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 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 have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the now my papa didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm still to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be 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 kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you really is to f*cking show 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 doesn't you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
gay step moms,
none' you other f*ckers can with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)