Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim lady
but nice cause I 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,
and fly like an arctic puffin,
puffin tobaccy
other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
and I've rockin this mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick it should be mopped up
chick's got a cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a middle bitch, botox in the third person.
I give the perspective a switch and Bo in the third person.
just relax, if you know 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 doin the
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, cancer semi-colon,
find that hole I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you my childhood
just in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and i pass the and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a spider,
fucked a in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit bars 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 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 what my NYU essay's
cause we're, xenophobic princess,
by my Uncle Sam, is that incest?
"I YOU" to smell my finger
my nephew's scent still linger?
south of queers, of hell,
the queer ones and the brown one's smell
we the border and we guard it well
but some through the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
cause in real life wins
and then sells all the silk that the 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 don't exist the hoes know Bo's a feminist,
bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a
so off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
off your bras and burn em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em.