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 symbol of misogyny, gay panic, irresponsibility.
So I figure,
if you beat 'em,
'em.

Hittin' the up VIP
I got a mustache and a fake ID.
I look Wooly Willy
a really wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I and bounce her, wowser.
Look at all of hoes
looking for a ride on hose.
And I a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's 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, people starving in Africa!

Single every day
Do it every way
Make the 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, I'm the King of Pop.
Pop pop pop my weasel,
now ya looking like Jackson easel.
My is:
you don't blow 'til you know congestion is,
when you know what digestion is.
Follow Bo, the question is:
you been splattered before
by the matador?
Cake-batter never
it don't matter whether
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so hard you 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, Oooh Bo, Bo

You that you can handle me?
Girl, make me laugh.
I said my is bipolar
it split you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I might just you home,
and I'll you going down
like 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
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd them fellas say
Bo

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

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

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

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

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

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

(yea)

Oh, Bo
Play that