Luyện nghe bài hát My Ballz

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

- Eminem]
Catch me if you can but you ain't man
You're tough
But you know that no what
You'll never get the chance to
My ballz, ballz,
Ballz, ballz,
You'll touch my ballz

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

This dude in of me, he weighs a brick
He's quick and I get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't make a
Been doin' for years, my team can't lose
And ain't nobody, ain't hard
9 o'clock, I'm punch 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 in my way, I'm foldin'
Damn it, holton

Football, Football, I love
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a
Everybody cuddle, I mean huddle
I stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who just tapped on my ass
Nevermind, let's try quarterback
Cover me, smother me with love that's
That work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut up
I'm up another grown man's butt
Hike the ball, I I like Bizarre
But Jesus yikes, I I can feel his balls
My dick is long as it is hard, so are my balls
It's the longest yard, that's not the chorus
Run it back, wrong song, yeah
whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
On 5 and our are gone
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 last one
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 grabs him by his
And runs the all the way down to the one
But he don't get in, but all we is a put ???
But all we is a touch down and an extra point 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
Everybody's laughin' now, no and its now fourth now
We're never gonna make it, wait I got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you no pants on
Ass out with a schlong, touchdown yeah I told you
It's the yard

The new face on the yard, just me the ball
I'ma run all of ya'll, ya'll just soft
Even though my is kickin' up mud
more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
High steppin' through the end
I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't know my skin tone
It's to rumble, no time to fumble
And I won't stumble, frontline will tumble
ball with killas, my team's the realest
Three time offenders, drug dealers
One of the best runnin' there never was
Movin' Barry Sanders, leavin' 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 more than spider back
Eyin' my eye, a truck tryin to sack us
No matter how big they flyin'
Wide reciever, recievin'
For stride in my life, yo I breathe and die

[Kon
is playin' a pass
Then the peeps and screams (blue 43)
means that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight outta
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 as a chair
Now I'm flyin' through the air like a
I can use this pose for a box of
I'm no joke punk, I get my
For bein' the best player on my what
As soon as I the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the go run run
I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!)
Then I do the shuffle so

I'm talkin' footballs dude