Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I feel hip hop
used to be a for the voiceless,
and now it's become, at in the mainstream,
a symbol of misogyny, gay panic, irresponsibility.
So I figure,
if you can't 'em,
'em.

Hittin' the up VIP
I got a fake and a fake ID.
I like Wooly Willy
with a wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.
Look at all of hoes
looking for a on Bo's hose.
And I spot a Latino, booty so big call 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.
Swallow bitch, there's people in Africa!

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

an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top,
but careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the of Pop.
Pop pop pop my weasel,
now ya looking Jackson Pollock's easel.
My is:
you don't blow you know what congestion is,
swallow when you know what is.
Bo, the only question is:
have you been splattered
by the mad-hatter
Cake-batter never
it don't matter you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so you could be on Nickelodeon.

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

You that you can handle me?
Girl, don't me laugh.
I said my is bipolar
it split you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I might just you home,
and I'll have you down
you're growin' an extra chromosome.
And when you me,
don't grab me by the
'cause I got a bad of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

Single single day
Do it every way
the single 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 the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm hit records
For my people livin' in the streets,
Still livin' in poverty, I tell you
I'm doin' for you.
My is your success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you believe that,
Why don't you use of your money
To rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, is comin' out):

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

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

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

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

This song's almost
All little ditty needed
Instrument that's reeded:
the

(yea)

Oh, Bo
Play oboe