Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The wears it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I negative and just like a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch n*gger my sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet i'll onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll Odd and Future together like a leather vest,
you f*cking sweater neck, feather peck, checks,
put together decks and push for be prepared for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with 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 shoot a in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no place 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 wrong with me might be my tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
me and Lucas getting f*cked up,
you can smell us like a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
when i can get sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her off,
so she come out and dance with me,
in the pantry,
on my trampoline,
learn new chords,
why you re-sampling,
I am I,
flow retardedly,
as of the sound 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 fan asks for a f*cking photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
will be dumb poor,
don't me,
okay be right i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold 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 f*ck me.
(Spanish Dialogue)