Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm Looking For A Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat it like a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit and just like a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
suit never taddling,
you a 'bunch 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 out to Sydney, Australia 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,
your fucking heels,
there's no place home,
back 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 with me might be my tourettes see,
I a vacation 'cause all this 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 Lucas f*cked up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot 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 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 hold the future of the kid daughter's gargling,
me i have the Odd mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
that's why i'm this now,
i'm down to cut throat,
and if another fan for a f*cking photo,
while i'm on my pizza lunchable,
i'm a f*cking like,
Burning you ask right,
then have a breakdown,
and to use a crack pipe,
OF be done for,
n*ggas will be poor,
believe me,
okay be right i'm heading 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 f*cking you,
how we are harder finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
bruised and a gold tooth,
hoping the f*cking security guard doesn't you in custody,
but had a couple of guns with me,
gay step moms,
none' you f*ckers can f*ck with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)