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.
like hamlet, all "words, words, words"
divide a whole 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 like an puffin,
puffin tobaccy
hatin other rappers like I'm Helga
and I've been this mic before electricity
way back in BCE - that's before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be 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, in the third person.
I the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna me, here's two facts

I hate catchy 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 the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate semi-colon,
that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry a child would, you raped my childhood
just in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a by the clock and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax the intact hymen.
I'm an provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay blow pops, another sucker,
was the first 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 in order to keep you out,
what my NYU essay's about
cause we're, xenophobic princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is that
"I WANT YOU" to smell my
does my scent still linger?
of queers, north of hell,
the queer suck and the brown one's smell
we guard the border and we it well
but some through the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that go
cause in life Goliath wins
and then sells all the silk 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 because the hoes Bo's a feminist,
bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes Bo's a feminist
so take off your bras and burn em or you can let me em
take off your and burn em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em.