Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a shady lady
but nice cause I texted
90 lady cops on the road and I'm for doing 80.
hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
divide a into thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow other out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
and fly like an arctic puffin,
puffin tobaccy
hatin rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
and I've been this mic before electricity
way back in BCE - that's 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 of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a aged bitch, botox in the third person.
I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the person.
just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two

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

met a girl named Macy had sex her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I up doin the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate 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 I take a walk by the clock 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 like junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay dads blow pops, sucker,
was the first motherfucker.

I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate choruses 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 what my NYU essay's
cause we're, xenophobic princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is incest?
"I WANT YOU" to my finger
does my scent still linger?
south of queers, of hell,
the queer ones suck and the brown smell
we guard the border and we it well
but some slip through the cracks of the bell
did I say I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
cause in real life wins
and sells all the silk that the widow spins.

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

bitches and hoes, hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
bitches and hoes exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist,
bitches and hoes don't because the hoes know Bo's a feminist
so off your 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.