Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I feel hip hop
used to be a 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 fake mustache and a ID.
I look like Wooly
with a wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I flex and her, wowser.
Look at all of Bo's
for a ride on Bo's hose.
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big 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 starving in Africa!

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...

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 Jackson 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 splattered before
by the mad-hatter
Cake-batter more
it don't whether you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so hard you 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, make me laugh.
I said my junk is
it will split you in (yea).
And if lucky,
I just bring you home,
and have you going down
like you're 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 every day
Do it every way
Make the ladies 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 from the streets, with
Now I'm makin' hit
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 really that,
Why don't you use of your money
To help the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a jet ski?
And to I say (uh, chorus is comin' out):

Single 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
Ugh Ugh!

You gotta fume 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 levels (ugh).
It was wrong on, it was on, it was wrong on

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

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

(yea)

Oh, Bo
that oboe