Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

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

Hittin' the up VIP
I got a mustache and a fake ID.
I look like Wooly
a really wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I and bounce her, wowser.
Look at all of Bo's
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, it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
Swallow bitch, there's people 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 make fellas say...

You're an ice cream sundae a cherry on top,
but careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the of Pop.
Pop pop pop my weasel,
now ya looking like Jackson easel.
My is:
you don't blow 'til you what congestion is,
swallow when you what digestion is.
Follow Bo, the question is:
have you splattered before
by the mad-hatter
never more
it don't whether you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so you could be on Nickelodeon.

Single 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
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 my junk is bipolar
it will you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I might bring you home,
and have you going down
you're growin' an extra chromosome.
And when you me,
grab me by the buns
'cause I got a bad of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

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

(Spoken)
I wanna it down for ya'll
I came the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm hit records
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 rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet
And to I say (uh, chorus is comin' out):

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

You fume like a tuna,
smell 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 wrong on so many (ugh).
It was on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

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

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

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

(yea)

Oh, Bo
Play that