Luyện nghe bài hát My Ballz

Ballz, Ballz,
Ballz, Ballz,
never touch my..

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me if you can but you ain't man enough
You're tough
But you know no matter what
You'll never get the to touch
My ballz, ballz,
Ballz, ballz,
You'll touch my ballz

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

This dude in front of me, he a brick
He's quick and I get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't a move
Been doin' this for years, my team lose
And ain't nobody, ain't nobody
9 o'clock, I'm punch me a guard
Hut one, hut two, I'm
Hike, the ball to Nelly
And out there feels me
Take this 'fore you to kill me
And any in my way, I'm foldin'
it, call holton

Football, Football, I love
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, son of a bitch
Everybody cuddle, blah I mean
I stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass
Nevermind, let's try sneak
Cover me, smother me with that's brotherly
That work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut up
I'm reachin' up another grown man's
Hike the ball, I I like Bizarre
But yikes, I think I can feel his balls
My is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls
It's the longest yard, that's not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, disreguard
That whole statement I just made, yard line we on?
On 5 and our are gone
Less than a left, I just throw my ball
To the sideline to Von, he steps bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one
Call another huddle, we're 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 the ball all the way down to the one
But he don't get in, but all we is a put ???
But all we need is a touch down and an extra to win
But I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybody's now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
We're gonna make it, wait I just got an idea
Quick, get naked, Denaun go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how gonna tackle you with no pants on
Ass out with a floppin' schlong, yeah I told you
It's the yard

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

Yack is high, I got the yack
Hit the ground so hard I tire tracks
snaps like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier than back
my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us
No matter how big flyin' backwards
reciever, recievin' wide
For every in my life, yo I breathe and die

Artis]
Defense is a pass
the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43)
That means that its for me
To run out the like a bat straight outta hell
My burn turf when they excell
I try to lateral pass the to Proof
He got and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a
And use my lineman's as a chair
Now I'm flyin' through the air like a
I can use pose for a box of cereal
I'm no punk, I get my dinerio
For bein' the player 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, spin in the endzone (touchdown!)
Then I do the ninety so

I'm talkin' about dude