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 road and I'm arrested for 80.
like hamlet, all "words, words, words"
a whole 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 I'm Helga Pataki
and I've been rockin mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - before the common era.
I be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the perspective a and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna know me, two facts

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate catchy 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, cancer semi-colon,
find hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you raped my
stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the and i pass the time and
rhymin, timin, syntax impacts 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 molested by my uncle
gay dads pops, another sucker,
was the first 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, not talkin to you, esse.
we got a border in to keep you out,
it's what my NYU about
cause we're, warrior princess,
by my Uncle Sam, is that incest?
"I WANT YOU" to smell my
my nephew's scent still linger?
south of queers, of hell,
the queer ones and the brown one's smell
we guard the border and we guard it
but some slip the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
cause in life Goliath wins
and sells all the silk that the widow spins.

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

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