Luyện nghe bài hát Oops

[Hook: D.A.
Caliente
Tobasco to the
[?]
But I probably go to bed
And you know pops a model
But I ride with my mom
So probably be fine tomorrow
But tonight I'm off dead
[Verse 1: Roth]
[?] catch dad in a bad mood
Act cool in a fat with a satchel
Rap [?] roots holy mackerel
[?] [?] with a [?]
It's track two, fuel in a parachute
What you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of
Prepare the troops to lose,
Parents get duped by loose of allegiance
He's pure genius, undefeated
on to your seat, believe me you're gonna need it
Neat shit but gee, I rather take a ski
Get sea sick I deep sea fish so
Flea [?]
Cause me and Lil B look a little
It's ridic- what we do for free
Turn on your TV, I think you see this 'cause

D.A. Wallach]
Caliente
to the head
[?]
But I probably 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 better off
But tonight I'm off dead

[Verse 2: Roth]
Jeez [?] don't your feces
keep the [?] with the three piece
Speech never ceased, 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 up the lead
I'm the nicest in the league but the [?] I'm [?]
It's like yeah right, still on a teet
I be up on the beat, leave the seat up on you geeks
My martini up her knee, better suck it up and
Use a rubber I hump her, double pump it up in peace
Don't be such a dweeb cause I'm from another
Jeez when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek
[?] while at supper with my
But please don't tell her mother, be in trouble for a

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

[Verse 3: Roth]
[?] super nice with the
[?] go to a show, say he though
Hoes go "whoa" ever I went solo
No more jokes though, get the dough-dough
Flow home grown mowing in [?]
robes and open toes, sip on cocoa
Mojo all on my so no photos
so woah, make the bros go homo
Toto and Sara Crowe drink Four
And throw clothes [?] to jump sticks
Oh yo, don't forget the glow sticks
And red slippers cause I need a couple soul flicks
No place like home though, I get
Only cross the road so I can get more chicks
No goal though, oh well dude we
That's the way it goes in the show biz,

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