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 like Lex Lugor
So who's to get
up by this roughneck from Cuba?

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

'Cause Cuban Link don't play
I flip and do some
(Shit)
Witchu hit you
With the whips and chains, it

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

Let this guy scuba dive
Right between thighs
I like a Snickers bar
'Cause I'm the bar

That'll stick you than
A will strip a car
My holds a four star
Performance with all

more skins than Alec Baldwin
You're fallin' in love and you get up
Now check the cut, I ya
Now you strut, word up

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

Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like that?)
He can't work the
'Cause his thing too
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', the chick
Straight out of

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

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

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

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

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

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

to Allah
Give me some massana
I'll be in the
Troopin' the naga like the

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

Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like that?)
He can't 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 like it in
(Shit's)
You like, Keith
Bury my beef, gettin' your cherry
week if necessary

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

I it real, what the deal mami?
You wanna on my steel salami?
Come and try me, sign my name
All over punani

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

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

You know what 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 work the
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man do it like Seis
(Like Seis?)
I make you papa
(You the dada)

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

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

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