Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I feel hip hop
to be a voice for the voiceless,
and now it's become, at in the mainstream,
a of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility.
So I figure,
if you beat 'em,
'em.

Hittin' the up VIP
I got a mustache and a fake ID.
I look like Willy
a really wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I flex and her, wowser.
Look at all of Bo's
looking for a ride on hose.
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it ego.
We go to it, it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
Swallow bitch, there's people in Africa!

every single day
Do it single way
Make the ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd make fellas say...

You're an ice sundae with a cherry on top,
but careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the of Pop.
Pop pop pop my weasel,
now ya looking like Pollock's easel.
My is:
you don't blow 'til you what congestion is,
when you know what digestion is.
Follow Bo, the only is:
you been splattered before
by the mad-hatter
Cake-batter more
it matter whether you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.

Single every day
Do it every way
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd them fellas say
Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Bo, Oooh Bo

You think that you can me?
Girl, don't me laugh.
I said my is bipolar
it will split you in (yea).
And if lucky,
I just bring you home,
and I'll you going down
like growin' an extra chromosome.
And you love me,
don't me by the buns
I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

Single every day
Do it single way
Make the ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd them fellas say
Bo

(Spoken)
I break it down for ya'll
I came from the streets, with
Now I'm makin' hit
For my people livin' in the streets,
livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm this for you.
My is your success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you believe that,
Why don't you use some of money
To help the neighborhood
of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, chorus is out):

every single day
Do it single way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
though I I'm straight
I'd make fellas say
Ugh Ugh!

You gotta like a tuna,
I'll ya later.
I met a fat
and her in an elevator.
It was wrong on so levels.
It was wrong on so le-le-le-levels.
It was on so many levels (ugh).
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was on

Single every day
Do it single way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd them fellas say

Single single
Do it every
Pop that single like a Pringle
Bo

This song's completed
All this little needed
Instrument that's reeded:
the

(yea)

Oh, Bo
Play oboe