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 beat 'em,
'em.

Hittin' the up VIP
I got a fake mustache and a ID.
I look like Willy
a really wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I and bounce her, wowser.
at all of Bo's 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, 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
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd make fellas say...

an ice cream sundae 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 blow 'til you know what congestion is,
when you know what digestion is.
Follow Bo, the question is:
you been splattered before
by the mad-hatter
Cake-batter more
it don't matter whether
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.

every single day
Do it single way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear 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, don't me laugh.
I my junk is bipolar
it will split you in (yea).
And if lucky,
I might just you home,
and I'll have you going
like you're growin' an 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,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd them fellas say
Bo

(Spoken)
I break it down for ya'll
I came from the streets, with
Now I'm hit records
For my people still 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 believe that,
Why you use some of your money
To help rebuild the
Instead of putting spinning on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, is comin' out):

Single single day
Do it every way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight
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 on so many levels.
It was wrong on so le-le-le-levels.
It was wrong on so levels (ugh).
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was on

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

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

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

(yea)

Oh, Bo
Play oboe