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

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

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

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

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

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

Let this lyrical guy scuba
Right between your
I satisfy like a bar
'Cause I'm the bar

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

Hittin' skins than Alec Baldwin
You're 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 like
(Like that?)
He work the middle
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man do it like that
(Like that?)
I make you scream
(You the dada)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word to
me some Mississippi 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, show me your dance
The way you work the pants
Any man jerk his gnads

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

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

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

I keep it real, what the deal
You wanna feel on my steel
Come and try me, I'll my name
All over your

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

Yippie kay yay, I'ma her
And her straight 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)

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

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

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