Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

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

I hate 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 ended up the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, cancer semi-colon,
that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry a child would, you raped my childhood
just stroll in, roll in your into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and i pass the and
rhymin, mathematic timin, impacts the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a spider,
fucked a in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was by my uncle Midas
gay dads pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the motherfucker.

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

we the of the USA
Jose, not talkin to you, esse.
we got a in order to keep you out,
it's what my NYU about
cause we're, xenophobic princess,
molested by my Sam, is that incest?
"I WANT YOU" to smell my
does my nephew's scent still
south of queers, of hell,
the ones suck and the brown one's smell
we guard the and we guard it well
but slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
cause in real life Goliath
and then sells all the that the widow spins.

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

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