Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I like 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 can't 'em,
'em.

the club up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a ID.
I like Wooly Willy
with a really willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I and bounce her, wowser.
at all of Bo's hoes
looking for a on Bo's hose.
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big it Oprah's ego.
We go to it, it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the of ya.
bitch, there's people starving in Africa!

Single every day
Do it single way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
though I I'm straight,
I'd them 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 blow 'til you know what congestion is,
swallow when you know digestion is.
Follow Bo, the only is:
have you been before
by the matador?
Cake-batter more
it matter whether you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.

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

You think you can handle me?
Girl, don't me laugh.
I said my is bipolar
it will you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I might bring you home,
and I'll have you down
like you're growin' an chromosome.
And when you me,
don't me by the buns
I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

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

(Spoken)
I wanna it down for ya'll
I came from the streets, nothin'
Now I'm hit records
For my still livin' in the streets,
livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm doin' for you.
My is your success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you really that,
Why you use some of your money
To help rebuild the
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet
And to that I say (uh, chorus is out):

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

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

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

Single single
Do it single
Pop that single like a jingle
Bo

This almost completed
All little ditty needed
Instrument that's double
the

(yea)

Oh, Bo
that oboe