Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree medlar african,
Coughing till theres in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and like a halogen,
my more of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing them all a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
n*gger my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treacherous chest,
better yet build onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together like a 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, with 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 to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no like home,
back and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I count (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all sh*t got me stressing,
two after the with Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming a f*ggot when the hics up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You Casey Anthony,
was handling,
her kids 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 retarded of the of deaf people arguing,
you hold the of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa didn't one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
i'm snacking on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
Burning you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas will be poor,
don't me,
okay be right back i'm to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of nowhere your kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you need is to f*cking show you,
how we are harder than a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a couple of guns me,
like gay moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)