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 my tree medlar south african,
till theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge of a fucking masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
i'm just raddling,
suit teller's taddling,
you n*ggers a of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
b*tch i'm passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure chest,
better yet i'll onto the beat like Tetris,
me, forgetfulness,
i am correctioness,
i'll stitch Odd and Future together like a vest,
you f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put together decks and push for be for less,
I'm heading out to Sydney, with ted donnelly,
He caught up at security,
the TSA follow me,
tea are the sh*t,
40 by the stones,
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a in his dome,
click 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 can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong me might be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Kingston went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to Commons 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 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 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 f*ck now my papa 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 snacking on my lunchable,
i'm a snap like,
when you ask right,
then a mental breakdown,
and proceed to use a pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas be dumb 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,
what' you old news,
all you really need is to show 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 guard doesn't hold you in custody,
but luckily had a of guns with me,
like gay moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)