Luyện nghe bài hát Bet Ya Man Can't (triz)

Blam, bang, bang
Yeah, Squad style
Trizzie, it out now

Yo, I'm X in sex
I flex Lex Lugor
So who's to get
Scooped up by this roughneck Cuba?

We do maneuvers like Dave
with a group of babes
Sayin', "Mami's out"
Like Ray

'Cause Cuban Link play miss
I flip and do strange
(Shit)
Witchu hit you
With the whips and chains, it

I get you naked like I'm
this is thick as a brick
(Dick)
Raw big that bend it
(Balls)
Now let's get, physical, my pie

Let this lyrical guy dive
Right your thighs
I like a Snickers bar
I'm the bigger bar

That'll stick you quicker
A will strip a car
My repertoire a four star
Performance all women

Hittin' more than Alec Baldwin
You're in love and you can't get up
Now the cut, I stripped ya
Now you can't strut, up

Bet ya man do it like that
(Like that?)
He can't work the
his thing too little
Bet ya man do it like that
(Like that?)
I make you papa
(You the dada)

Bet ya man do it like that
(Like that?)
He work the middle
his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it that
(Like that?)
I you scream papa
(You the dada)

Yeah, uh, uh, yo
in the Palladium
All on my presence
Poppin' the crist', sportin' the
Straight out of

Word up, patch
Three quarter Polo jiggy
Be like, Who is he?
Lookin' like a

While your girl me
You're busy drink
Wanna lay love
But love wanna kiss me, huh

I got a fly team, me and my
Gleam like high
Makin' the off
Of friends with dreams

It seem, like
I'm conceited the cream talk
But I got the of green
That could bribe a Supreme

And when we
The whole listen
Turn back to T.S. for one second
And find your missin'

Baby, me holla
Take it off, I you dolla
We can party manana
Ain't gotta know nada

Word to
Give me Mississippi massana
I'll be in the
Troopin' the naga like the

Cool it mama, you too hot
Bust a shot, boo-ya, rub it up and
Like my oo-wops, Suscia, show me your dirty
The way you work the pants
Any man wanna his gnads

Bet ya man can't do it that
(Like that?)
He work the middle
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like that?)
I make you papa
(You the dada)

Yo, my official it in
(Shit's)
You like, Murray
Bury my beef, gettin' your sweet
Every if necessary

I'm very like Nas, did you ask me?
me those, cheeks
(Ass)
And I'll you joy like Black Street
In the backseat of my
We can chill or creep like TLC but sleep

I keep it real, what the mami?
You wanna feel on my salami?
Come and try me, I'll sign my
All your punani

Ohh mami, you comin' home me?
All in my tub drinkin' Hennessey
layed up with your thighs up
I'ma surprise her I rise up, inside her

Yippie kay yay, ride her
And guide her to the triz
Where we goin', straight to the
Pun in and Cuban and Seis

You what time it is?
as we walk in the crib
Let's get biz, triz, triz,
Triz, triz, triz, triz,
(Okay)

ya man can't do it like Link
(Like Link?)
He work the middle
'Cause his thing too
Bet ya man do it like Seis
(Like Seis?)
I you scream papa
(You the dada)

Bet ya man do it like Crack
(Like Crack?)
He can't work the
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man can't do it Pun
(Like Pun?)
I make you papa
(You the bana)

Bet ya man can't do it Link
(Like Link?)
He can't the middle
'Cause his thing too
Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like Seis?)
I you scream papa
(You the dada)

Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like Crack?)
He can't the middle
his thing too little
Bet ya man do it like Pun
(Like Pun?)
I make you scream papa, mama