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 fake mustache and a ID.
I look like 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 little Latino, booty so big call it 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 starving in Africa!

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

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

Single every day
Do it single 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, make me laugh.
I my junk is bipolar
it will you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I might just you home,
and I'll have you down
like you're an extra 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

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
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 this for you.
My is your success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you really that,
Why don't you use of your money
To rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, chorus is out):

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

You gotta fume a tuna,
I'll 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 wrong on, it was on

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

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

This almost completed
All little ditty needed
Instrument double reeded:
the

(yea)

Oh, Bo
that oboe