Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Bo

(spoken):
I feel hip hop
used to be a for the voiceless,
and now become, at least in the mainstream,
a of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility.
So I figure,
if you can't 'em,
'em.

Hittin' the up VIP
I got a fake and a fake ID.
I look like Willy
a really wooly willy.
And I the bouncer,
pass by an ex and I and bounce her, wowser.
Look at all of Bo's
looking for a on Bo's hose.
And I spot a Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego.
We go to it, it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
Pull it out, it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
Swallow bitch, there's starving in Africa!

Single every day
Do it every way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd make them say...

You're an ice sundae with a cherry on top,
but careful, cherry, I'm the King of Pop.
Pop pop pop my weasel,
now ya looking Jackson Pollock's easel.
My is:
you don't blow 'til you know congestion is,
swallow you know what digestion is.
Follow Bo, the question is:
have you been before
by the mad-hatter
Cake-batter never
it don't matter you're
Spanish, French, or Cambodian,
I'll slime you so hard you be on Nickelodeon.

every single day
Do it single way
the single ladies say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd make them say
Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Bo

You think that you can me?
Girl, don't me laugh.
I said my is bipolar
it will you in half (yea).
And if lucky,
I just bring you home,
and I'll have you down
you're growin' an extra chromosome.
And you love me,
grab me by the buns
'cause I got a bad of the ruunnnns.
I got the
I got the

every single day
Do it every way
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd make fellas say
Bo

(Spoken)
I wanna break it down for
I came the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm makin' hit
For my still livin' in the streets,
Still livin' in poverty, I wanna you
I'm this for you.
My is your success.
And I you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you really that,
Why don't you use some of money
To rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet
And to that I say (uh, is comin' out):

Single single day
Do it every way
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
though I I'm straight
I'd them fellas say
Ugh Ugh!

You gotta fume a tuna,
I'll ya later.
I met a fat
and her in an elevator.
It was wrong on so levels.
It was wrong on so le-le-le-levels.
It was wrong on so levels (ugh).
It was on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

Single single day
Do it every way
Make the single say
Bo
And if I gay,
I swear I'm straight,
I'd make fellas say

Single every
Do it every
Pop that like a Pringle jingle
Bo

This song's completed
All this little ditty
Instrument that's double
the

(yea)

Oh, Bo
that oboe