Luyện nghe bài hát My Ballz

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

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

I see you ain't a playa, you ballin'
And I don't even who the hell you call 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 gotta stop it, this nigga was
And I ain't prove you nothin'
I do it and you ain't gotta my buttons

This dude in front of me, he a brick
He's quick and I get Marshall hit
So I my position and don't make a move
Been doin' this for years, my can't lose
And ain't nobody, ain't 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 'fore you have to kill me
And any player in my way, I'm
Damn it, holton

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

The new on the yard, just hand me the ball
I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just
Even though my cleats is up mud
It's more tragic for me, I'm 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 time to
And I won't stumble, your frontline tumble
Playin' ball killas, my team's the realest
Three time offenders, drug dealers
One of the best runnin' backs never was
Movin' like Barry Sanders, you in the dust

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

[Kon
is playin' a pass
Then the peeps and screams (blue 43)
That means its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight hell
My tracks turf when they excell
I try to lateral the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball loose
And shot up like a flare, I the ball a stare
And use my shoulder as a chair
Now I'm flyin' through the air like a
I can use pose for a box of cereal
I'm no joke punk, I get my
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, around in the endzone (touchdown!)
Then I do the ninety so

I'm talkin' footballs dude