Luyện nghe bài hát Oops

[Hook: D.A.
Poblano
Tobasco to the
[?]
But I should go to bed
And you know that pops a
But I ride with my mom
So I'll probably be fine
But tonight I'm better off
1: Asher Roth]
[?] catch dad in a bad mood
Act cool in a fat with a satchel
Rap [?] grass holy mackerel
[?] stack [?] a [?]
It's two, pack fuel in a parachute
you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of boots
Prepare the to lose, paraplegic
Parents get duped by loose pledge of
pure genius, speech undefeated
Hold on to your seat, believe me gonna need it
Neat shit but gee, I rather a ski trip
Get sea when I deep sea fish so
flicks [?]
Cause me and Lil B look a little
It's ridic- what we do for shit
Turn on your TV, I think you should see this

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

2: Asher Roth]
Jeez [?] don't your feces
Please keep the [?] with the piece
Speech never ceased, won't til I three-peat
Be smoking weed in the [?]
It's me [?] Speak [?]
Like Leaky Lea but she think I'm creepy
Three yikes, need to tighten 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 martini up her knee, better it up and leave
Use a rubber when I hump her, pump it up in peace
Don't be such a dweeb cause I'm from breed
Jeez when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek
[?] while at supper with my
But don't tell her mother, be in trouble for a week

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

3: Asher Roth]
[?] super with the yo-yo
[?] go to a show, say he dope
Hoes go "whoa" ever since I went
No more jokes though, get the dough-dough
Flow home lawn mowing in [?]
Bath robes and toes, sip on cocoa
Mojo all on my home so no
Flow so woah, make the go homo
Toto and Sara 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 like home though, I get nostalgic
Only the road so I can get some more chicks
No goal though, oh well we noted
That's the way it in the show biz, homie

[Hook: D.A.
Caliente
to the head
[?]
But I should go to bed
And you that pops a model
But I ride with my mom
So I'll be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm off dead