Luyện nghe bài hát My Ballz

Ballz, Ballz,
Ballz, Ballz,
You'll never my..

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

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

This in front of me, he weighs a brick
He's and I can't 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 gonna me a guard
Hut one, hut two, I'm
Hike, give the to Nelly
And nobody out there me
Take this 'fore you have to me
And any player in my way, I'm
it, call 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 on my ass cheek
Nevermind, let's try sneak
Cover me, smother me love that's brotherly
didn't work, try another play
Hut one, hut two, hut hut up
I'm reachin' up another grown butt
Hike the ball, I I like Bizarre
But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his
My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my
It's the yard, whoops that's not the chorus
Run it back, song, yeah disreguard
That whole statement I just made, what yard we on?
On 5 and our timeouts are
Less than a minute left, I just throw my
To the sideline to Von, he steps bounds
48 left on the clock but every last one counts
Call another huddle, down by six
The plan is, to throw the to Swift
But he's so god high, that he's trips
Falls and slips, grabs him by his fingertips
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 then I get all the way back to the ten
God dammit I'ma somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybody's now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
We're never gonna it, wait I just got an idea
Quick, get naked, Denaun go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna you with no pants on
Ass out with a floppin' schlong, yeah I told you
the longest yard

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

Yack is high, I got the highest
Hit the so hard I leave tire tracks
Bizarre like a fire crack
And my palm more stickier spider back
Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck to sack us
No how big they flyin' backwards
Wide reciever, recievin'
For every in my life, yo I breathe and die

[Kon
is playin' a pass
Then the quarterback and screams (blue 43)
That means its time for me
To run out the back like a bat straight hell
My tracks burn when they excell
I try to lateral the ball to Proof
He got and the ball came loose
And shot up like a flare, I gave the a stare
And use my shoulder as a chair
Now I'm flyin' through the air a superhero
I can use this pose for a box of
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 footballs