Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a Eminem, a slim shady lady
but nice cause I Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm for doing 80.
hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
divide a whole thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I other dudes out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
and fly like an arctic puffin,
puffin whacky
hatin other rappers like I'm Pataki
and I've rockin this mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - that's the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick 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 aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the person.
just relax, if you know me, here's two facts

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

met a girl named had sex with her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I up doin the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, cancer semi-colon,
find that hole I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you raped my
just stroll in, roll in your pole Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, impacts the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a spider,
fucked a girl in an 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,
was the first 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 my NYU essay's about
cause we're, xenophobic princess,
molested by my Sam, is that incest?
"I YOU" to smell my finger
does my scent still linger?
of queers, north of hell,
the queer ones 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
in real life Goliath wins
and then sells all the silk the widow spins.

I hate 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 don't exist because 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 Burnham em.