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 next to get
Scooped up by this roughneck from

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

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

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

Let lyrical guy scuba dive
Right your thighs
I like a Snickers bar
'Cause I'm the bar

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

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

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

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

up, patch thug
Three quarter front jiggy
Be like, Who is he?
Lookin' like a

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

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

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

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

Baby, me holla
it off, I give you dolla
We can party manana
nobody gotta know nada

Word to
me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the
the naga like the chupacabra

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

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

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

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 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 sign my
All over punani

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

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

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

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

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

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