Luyện nghe bài hát My Ballz

Ballz, Ballz,
Ballz, Ballz,
You'll touch my..

[Chorus -
me if you can but you ain't man enough
You're tough
But you know that no matter
never get the chance to touch
My ballz, ballz,
Ballz, ballz,
never touch my ballz

I see you a playa, you ain't ballin'
And I even care who the hell you call in
In this game, it no talkin'
You can get it started, I nail the
And all I is "get your man up off him"
So why I gotta stop it, nigga was talkin'
And I gotta prove you nothin'
I do it and you ain't push my buttons

This dude in front of me, he weighs a
He's and I can't get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't make a
doin' this for years, my team can't lose
And nobody, ain't nobody hard
9 o'clock, I'm gonna me a guard
Hut one, hut two, I'm
Hike, give the ball to
And out there feels me
Take this 'fore you have to me
And any in my way, I'm foldin'
Damn it, call

Football, Football, I love
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a
cuddle, blah I mean huddle
I just in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass
Nevermind, let's try sneak
Cover me, smother me with love brotherly
That didn't work, try play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut up
I'm reachin' up grown man's butt
Hike the ball, I mean I Bizarre
But Jesus yikes, I I can feel his balls
My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my
the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, disreguard
That whole statement I just made, what line we on?
On 5 and our timeouts are
Less than a minute left, I just my ball
To the sideline to Von, he outta bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every one counts
Call huddle, we're down by six
The plan is, to throw the to Swift
But he's so god high, that he's trips
Falls and slips, Proof him by his fingertips
And runs the all the way down to the one
But he get in, but all we need is a put ???
But all we need is a touch down and an point to win
But I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get on the ass again
laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
We're never gonna make it, I just got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you with no on
Ass out with a floppin' schlong, yeah I told you
the longest yard

The new face on the yard, hand me the ball
I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just
Even though my is kickin' up mud
It's tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
High steppin' through the end
I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin
It's time to rumble, no to fumble
And I stumble, your frontline will tumble
Playin' ball with killas, my team's the
Three offenders, even drug dealers
One of the runnin' backs there never was
like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust

Yack is high, I got the highest
Hit the ground so hard I tire tracks
Bizarre snaps like a fire
And my palm more than spider back
Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck to sack us
No matter how big they flyin'
Wide reciever, wide
For every stride in my life, yo I and die

[Kon
Defense is a pass
Then the quarterback peeps and (blue 43)
That that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight hell
My tracks burn turf when excell
I try to lateral pass the ball to
He got and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a
And use my lineman's shoulder as a
Now I'm flyin' through the air like a
I can use this pose for a box of
I'm no punk, I get my dinerio
For bein' the best on my team what
As as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the go run run
Then I cut, around in the endzone (touchdown!)
Then I do the ninety so

I'm about footballs dude