Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke I'm Looking For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my tree south african,
Coughing till theres in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
them all with 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,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
me treacherous treasure chest,
better yet i'll build onto the beat Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll 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 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,
click your heels,
no place like home,
cock and blast off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
wasn't a 12 bar,
tyler up n*gga?
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's with me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation 'cause all this got me stressing,
two after the showers Sandeski,
me and Sean Kingston and rented a couple jet skis,
Lionel rolling up,
me and Lucas getting f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to last album and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know Anthony,
was handling,
dropping her 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 people arguing,
you hold the future of the kid your gargling,
me i have the Odd Future mother sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my papa didn't one,
that's why i'm like now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if fan asks for a f*cking photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
when you ask right,
then have a 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 like your kids wet dream,
you mean old news,
all you really need is to f*cking you,
how we are harder than finding a fucking snicker bar in foods,
in a hoodie,
nose and a gold tooth,
the f*cking security guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you other can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)