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

Blam, bang, baby
Yeah, Terror Squad
Trizzie, it out now

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

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

'Cause Cuban Link don't miss
I and do some strange
(Shit)
Witchu hit you
the whips and chains, check it

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

Let this lyrical guy dive
between your thighs
I satisfy a Snickers bar
'Cause I'm the bar

That'll stick you than
A 'spic will a car
My repertoire holds a star
with 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 can't do it like
(Like that?)
He can't the middle
'Cause his thing too
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
'Cause his thing too
Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like that?)
I make you scream
(You the dada)

Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin' in the
All on my presence
Poppin' the crist', the chick
out of essence

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

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

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

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

And when we
The world listen
Turn back to T.S. for one second
And find your girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kay yay, I'ma 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?
Soon as we in the crib
get biz, triz, triz, triz
Triz, triz, triz, triz,
(Okay)

Since ya man do it like Link
(Like Link?)
He work the middle
his thing too little
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 work the middle
his thing 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 work the
'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 work the middle
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man do it like Pun
(Like Pun?)
I you scream papa, adios mama