Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a Eminem, a slim shady lady
but cause I texted Haiti
90 lady on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80.
hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
divide a 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,
whacky tobaccy
hatin other rappers like I'm Pataki
and I've been this mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so that 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 a switch and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna me, here's two facts

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

met a girl Macy had sex with her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I ended up 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 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 impacts the hymen.
I'm an provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
fucked a in an apple 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 blow pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the motherfucker.

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

we the of the USA
Jose, we're not to you, esse.
we got a border in to keep you out,
it's what my NYU essay's
we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is that
"I YOU" to smell my finger
does my nephew's scent linger?
of queers, north of hell,
the queer ones suck and the one's smell
we guard the border and we it well
but some slip through the cracks of the liberty
did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you let that rock go
cause in life Goliath wins
and sells all the silk that the widow spins.

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

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