Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady
but cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the and I'm arrested for doing 80.
like hamlet, all "words, words, words"
a whole 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 whacky
hatin other rappers like I'm Helga
and I've been rockin this mic electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - that's the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so 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 perspective a and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna me, here's two facts

I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I catchy 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, prostate semi-colon,
find that hole like I'm 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, impacts the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came the web like a horny spider,
fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in (inside her)
I thought was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay dads pops, another sucker,
was the first motherfucker.

I hate choruses 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 my NYU essay's about
cause we're, warrior princess,
molested by my Sam, is that incest?
"I WANT YOU" to my finger
does my nephew's scent still
of queers, north of hell,
the ones suck and the brown one's smell
we guard the and we guard it well
but some slip through the cracks of the bell
did I say liberty? I taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
cause in life Goliath wins
and then sells all the that the widow spins.

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