Luyện nghe bài hát Oops

[Hook: D.A.
Poblano
Tobasco to the
[?]
But I probably go to bed
And you know that pops a
But I ride with my mom
So I'll probably be tomorrow
But I'm better off dead
1: Asher Roth]
[?] don't catch dad in a bad
Act cool in a fat with a satchel
Rap [?] roots holy mackerel
[?] stack [?] a [?]
track two, pack fuel in a parachute
What you rather use yo, the or the pair of boots
Prepare the troops to lose,
Parents get duped by loose of allegiance
He's genius, speech undefeated
Hold on to your seat, believe me you're gonna it
Neat but gee, I rather take a ski trip
Get sea sick when I deep sea so
flicks [?]
Cause me and Lil B a little Jesus
It's ridic- we do for free shit
Turn on TV, I think you should see this 'cause

[Hook: D.A.
Poblano
Tobasco to the
[?]
But I should go to bed
And you know pops a model
But I with my mom instead
So I'll be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm off dead
But I'm better off dead

[Verse 2: Asher
Jeez [?] don't throw feces
Please keep the [?] the three piece
never ceased, won't leave til I three-peat
Be lowkey weed in the [?]
It's me [?] Speak [?]
Like Leaky Lea but she might I'm creepy
Three strikes yikes, need to up the lead
I'm the nicest in the league but the [?] I'm [?]
It's yeah right, still sucking on a teet
When I be up on the beat, the seat up on you geeks
My up her knee, better suck it up and leave
Use a rubber when I hump her, double it up in peace
Don't be such a dweeb I'm from another breed
Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least turn the cheek
[?] at supper with my neice
But please don't tell her mother, be in for a week

D.A. Wallach]
Caliente
to the head
[?]
But I should go to bed
And you know pops a model
But I ride my mom instead
So I'll probably be tomorrow
But I'm better off dead

3: Asher Roth]
[?] nice with the yo-yo
[?] go to a show, say he though
Hoes go "whoa" ever since I solo
No more though, gotta get the dough-dough
Flow home grown mowing in [?]
Bath robes and toes, sip on cocoa
all on my home so no photos
Flow so woah, make the go homo
and Sara Crowe drink Four Locos
And throw clothes [?] to jump sticks
Oh shit yo, don't the glow sticks
And red slippers cause I only need a soul flicks
No place home though, I get nostalgic
Only the road so I can get some more chicks
No though, oh well dude we noted
That's the way it in the show biz, homie

[Hook: D.A.
Caliente
Tobasco to the
[?]
But I probably go to bed
And you know pops a model
But I ride my mom instead
So probably be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm better off