Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady
but cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for 80.
like hamlet, all "words, words, words"
divide a into thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow dudes out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
cold and fly an arctic puffin,
puffin tobaccy
hatin other rappers like I'm Pataki
and I've been this mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the era.
I can't be stopped, 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 middle aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the perspective a switch and Bo in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna know me, two facts

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

met a girl named 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 like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you raped my
just stroll in, roll in your into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a by the clock and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the hymen.
I'm an provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in (inside her)
I thought was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was by my uncle Midas
gay dads blow pops, sucker,
was the first motherfucker.

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

we the of the USA
Jose, we're not to you, esse.
we got a in order to keep you out,
it's what my NYU essay's
cause we're, warrior princess,
molested by my Sam, is that incest?
"I WANT YOU" to my finger
does my scent still linger?
of queers, north of hell,
the queer ones and the brown 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 better let rock go
cause in real life wins
and then sells all the silk the widow spins.

I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate catchy 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 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 burn em, or you can let Bo burn em.