Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I like hip hop
used to be a for the voiceless,
and now become, at least 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 like Wooly Willy
a really wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
by an ex and I flex and bounce 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!"
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 every way
Make the single 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 like Jackson Pollock's easel.
My is:
you don't blow 'til you know what is,
swallow when you know digestion is.
Follow Bo, the only is:
have you splattered before
by the mad-hatter
never more
it matter whether you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so hard you be on Nickelodeon.

Single every day
Do it every way
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
though I I'm straight,
I'd make them say
Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Bo

You think that you can me?
Girl, make me laugh.
I my junk is bipolar
it split you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I just bring you home,
and I'll you going down
you're growin' an extra chromosome.
And you love me,
don't grab me by the
I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

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

(Spoken)
I wanna it down for ya'll
I came the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm hit records
For my people still in the streets,
Still in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm doin' for you.
My success is success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you really that,
Why don't you use of your money
To help the neighborhood
of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to I say (uh, chorus is comin' out):

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

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

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

(yea)

Oh, Bo
that oboe