Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I feel 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 beat '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,
by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.
Look at all of hoes
for a ride on Bo's 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, 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 fellas say...

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

every single day
Do it single way
Make the single 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 think that you can me?
Girl, make me laugh.
I my junk is bipolar
it will split you in (yea).
And if lucky,
I might just you home,
and I'll you going down
like you're growin' an chromosome.
And you love me,
don't grab me by the
'cause I got a bad of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

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

(Spoken)
I wanna break it down for
I came 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 this for you.
My success is success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you really that,
Why don't you use some of your
To help rebuild the
of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, chorus is out):

Single every day
Do it single way
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
though I 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 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 wrong on, it was on

every 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

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

This song's almost
All this little needed
Instrument double reeded:
the

(yea)

Oh, Bo
Play oboe