Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a shady lady
but nice cause I texted
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for 80.
hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
divide a into thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow other out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
cold and fly an arctic puffin,
puffin tobaccy
hatin other rappers like I'm Pataki
and I've been rockin mic before electricity
way in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the a switch and Bo talks in the third person.
relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

met a girl named Macy had sex her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I up doin the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, cancer semi-colon,
find that hole like I'm Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a would, you raped my childhood
stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to my mind I take a walk by the clock and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came the web like a horny spider,
fucked a girl in an apple orchard, came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction conjunctivitis
I spit gold cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay blow pops, another sucker,
was the first motherfucker.

I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite.

we the of the USA
Jose, not talkin to you, esse.
we got a border in order to you out,
it's my NYU essay's about
we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is that
"I WANT YOU" to my finger
does my scent still linger?
of queers, north of hell,
the queer ones suck and the brown one's
we guard the border and we guard it
but some through the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that go
in real life Goliath wins
and then all the silk that the widow spins.

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, and hoes, bitches, hoes.
bitches and hoes don't exist the hoes know Bo's a feminist,
bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a
so take off your and burn em or you can let me burn em
take off your bras and burn em, or you can let Bo burn em.