Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady
but nice I texted Haiti
90 lady on the road and I'm arrested for doing 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,
whacky tobaccy
hatin rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
and I've been this mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - that's 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, in the third person.
I the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna know me, two facts

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

met a named Macy had sex with her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate semi-colon,
find hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you 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 the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the 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 virus conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay dads blow pops, sucker,
Oedipus was the motherfucker.

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

we the of the USA
Jose, we're not to you, esse.
we got a border in to keep you out,
it's what my NYU essay's
cause we're, warrior princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is incest?
"I YOU" to smell my finger
does my nephew's scent still
of queers, north of hell,
the queer suck and the brown one's smell
we guard the border and we it well
but some slip through the of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you let that rock go
cause in real life Goliath
and then sells all the silk that the spins.

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

bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, and hoes, bitches, hoes.
bitches and hoes exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist,
bitches and hoes exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist
so take off bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
off your bras and burn em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em.