Luyện nghe bài hát Oops

[Hook: D.A.
Poblano
Tobasco to the
[?]
But I probably go to bed
And you know pops a model
But I with my mom instead
So I'll probably be tomorrow
But I'm better off dead
[Verse 1: Asher
[?] don't dad in a bad mood
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 mule or the pair of
the troops to lose, paraplegic
Parents get duped by loose of allegiance
He's pure genius, undefeated
Hold on to your seat, believe me you're gonna it
shit but gee, I rather take a ski trip
Get sea when I deep sea fish so
Flea [?]
Cause me and Lil B look a little
It's ridic- what we do for free
on your TV, I think you should see this 'cause

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

2: Asher Roth]
Jeez [?] throw your feces
Please the [?] with the three piece
Speech ceased, won't leave til I three-peat
Be lowkey weed in the [?]
me [?] Speak Easy [?]
Like Leaky Lea but she might think I'm
Three strikes yikes, need to tighten up the
I'm the nicest in the league but the [?] I'm [?]
like 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 pump it up in
be such a dweeb cause I'm from another breed
Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least the other cheek
[?] while at supper with my
But please don't her mother, be in trouble for a week

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

3: Asher Roth]
[?] super nice the yo-yo
[?] go to a show, say he dope
Hoes go "whoa" ever since I solo
No more jokes though, get the dough-dough
Flow home grown mowing in [?]
Bath robes and open toes, sip on
Mojo all on my so no photos
Flow so woah, make the go homo
Toto and Sara Crowe drink Locos
And throw clothes [?] to jump pogo
Oh shit yo, don't forget the glow
And red slippers I only need a couple soul flicks
No like home though, I get nostalgic
Only cross the road so I can get some more
No goal though, oh well we noted
That's the way it goes in the show biz,

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