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

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

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

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

'Cause Cuban Link play miss
I flip and do some
(Shit)
like hit you
With the and chains, check it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While your watch me
busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your
But your love wanna me, huh

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

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

And we talk
The whole listen
Turn your back to T.S. for one
And find your girl

Baby, make me
Take it off, I give you
We can party manana
Ain't nobody know nada

Word to
Give me some Mississippi
I'll be in the
Troopin' the naga like the

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

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

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

I'm very nasty Nas, did you ask me?
me those, cheeks
(Ass)
And bring you joy like Black Street
In the backseat of my
We can chill or creep like TLC but sleep

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

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

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

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

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

Bet ya man do it like 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
(You the bana)

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