Luyện nghe bài hát P

Broke D*ck I'm For A Drug Lord
Okay, to my twelve bar, one um,
The beat wears it a Kevlar,
As I smoke my medlar south african,
Coughing theres pains in my f*cking abdomen,
I spit negative and just a halogen,
my bridge more of a masculine,
the went,
killing all with a javelin,
snakes i'm raddling,
teller's never taddling,
you a 'bunch of squares, Madison,
as far as n*ggers,
b*tch my fathom sick,
on top of talented,
i'm f*cking passionate,
i'm a curse,
call me treasure 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 f*cking neck, feather peck, rosseta checks,
i'll put 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 for gun rights to shoot a n*gga in his dome,
your fucking heels,
there's no like home,
cock back and off,
on a tombstone,
ain't a b*tch,
That a 12 bar,
tyler what's up
I can't (wolf gang),
(what's man?)
see,
what's wrong with me be my f*cking tourettes see,
I need a vacation all this sh*t got me stressing,
two the showers with Sandeski,
me and Sean went and rented a couple jet skis,
rolling blunts up,
meanwhile me and Lucas getting up,
you can smell us coming like a f*ggot when the up,
listening to Commons last and get pumped up,
to ask him,
i can get d*ck sucked,
You know 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,
spit retardedly,
as of the sound of deaf people arguing,
you the future of the kid your daughter's gargling,
me i the Odd Future mother f*cking sergeanting,
no im the f*ck now my didn't give one,
why i'm like this now,
i'm still 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 to use a crack pipe,
OF will be for,
n*ggas will be poor,
believe me,
okay be back i'm heading to the gun store,
M16 and 16s,
came out of like your kids wet dream,
what' you old news,
all you need is to f*cking show you,
how we are than finding a fucking snicker bar in whole foods,
in a hoodie,
nose bruised and a 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 with me.
(Spanish Dialogue)