Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look got to understand
Its just been me and Eleanor for years
So she gets nervous around
I wouldn't show that to any one

Or they might try to you two guys back to the laboratory
Listen we got rules in house, and you better follow
or you'll find yourself outta of here
This be harder then I thought

If you're coming from street, with dirty on your feet
That's a foul
If you switch the radio to some modern music
That's a foul
If you don't shut the door after the refridgerator
a technical foul, a technical foul

If you touch the thermostat, you'll get hit a bat
'Cause a technical foul, you'll feel my wrath
If hair clogs the drain, you'll know the meaning of pain

Cause a technical foul, Ill show you no mercy
This is bull shit, hey in this house we say bull spit
Or its a technical foul, a technical

Let me get straight
You me to change my entire lifestyle in one night
Because you guys are a couple of control freaks
You got it bub or you can go rot in the
It's up to you Doodle

Well, I don't to do that
But let me run a few by you
So I don't up accidentally

If I don't spray Lysol, moving a bowel
a technical foul, okay?
If I decide to wash my ass your monogrammed towel
That's a foul

say, hiney
If I make fun of your crazy
Or sugar cookies to Miss Diabetes
That's not really technical foul, but a homicide

Can I sleep three?
If you do get a T
Take a whizz in those
say hit the showers
Use this horn as a
Tommy Chong

Make long distance calls
You'll get a in the balls
Can I walk around my morning erection?
If you want an ejection
'Cause that's a foul

But I'd to see it anyway, just kidding

are certain rules which apply in one's life
With sister, friends or imaginary wife
I believe, I haven't killed myself
Respect carries me on the court
Here with Wigs McGee, and a elf

Whether Jewish diabetic or especially short
ironic and hes a troll
I see, shes strange in my royal
My wife is short and hairy
took my wig, I remember the look in their eyes

How did my life get stuck in shit hole?
Why oh why won't retrieve my wig, wig, wig?
Guess I to deal with your demands
But please don't touch me with alien hands

I got no right to
The whistle on the prowl
my wig, I look like an owl
Oh, my God, laugh at her

Or it's a foul
Or a technical foul
Or it's a foul