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

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

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

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

'Cause Cuban Link don't miss
I flip and do strange
(Shit)
like hit you
With the whips and chains, it

I get you like I'm mystic
this is thick as a brick
(Dick)
Raw with big bend it
(Balls)
Now get, physical, my jiggable pie

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

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

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

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

Bet ya man can't do it that
(Like that?)
He can't 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 eyes on my
Poppin' the crist', sportin' the
Straight out of

Word up, thug
Three quarter front Polo
Be like, Who is he?
Lookin' a grizzly

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

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

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

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

Baby, me holla
it off, I give you dolla
We can party till
Ain't nobody gotta know

to Allah
Give me Mississippi massana
be in the sauna
Troopin' the naga like the

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

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

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

I'm very like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those,
(Ass)
And I'll you joy like Black Street
In the backseat of my
We can chill or creep like TLC but don't

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

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

kay yay, I'ma ride her
And guide her to the triz
we goin', straight to the crib
Pun in and Cuban and Seis

You what time it is?
Soon as we in the crib
get biz, triz, triz, triz
Triz, triz, triz, triz,
(Okay)

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

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

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

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