Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim lady
but cause I texted Haiti
90 cops 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 other dudes 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 Pataki
and I've been rockin this mic before
way back in 1000 BCE - that's 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 of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the a switch 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 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,
find that hole like I'm Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you raped my
just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the hymen.
I'm an provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
fucked a girl in an apple orchard, came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay dads pops, another sucker,
was the first motherfucker.

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

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

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I catchy choruses 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 bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
take off your bras and burn em, or you can let Bo Burnham em.