Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a Eminem, a slim shady lady
but nice I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the and I'm arrested for doing 80.
hamlet, all about "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 an arctic puffin,
puffin whacky
other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
and I've been rockin this mic before
way back in 1000 BCE - before the common era.
I be stopped, flow so sick that 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.
relax, if you wanna know me, here's 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, cancer semi-colon,
find that like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a would, you raped my childhood
just stroll in, in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to my mind I take a walk by the clock and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a spider,
fucked a girl in an apple orchard, came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was by my uncle Midas
gay dads pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the motherfucker.

I hate catchy 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 order to you out,
it's what my NYU about
cause we're, xenophobic princess,
molested by my Sam, is that incest?
"I WANT YOU" to my finger
my nephew's scent still linger?
of queers, north of hell,
the queer ones suck and the brown smell
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 rock go
cause in real life wins
and then all the silk that the widow spins.

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

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