Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look got to understand
Its just been me and Eleanor for sixty-seven
So she nervous around strangers
I wouldn't show picture to any one

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

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

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

that's 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 this
You expect me to my entire lifestyle in one night
Because you guys are a couple of psychotic freaks
You got it bub or you can go rot in the
up to you Yankee Doodle

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

If I spray Lysol, after moving a bowel
That's a foul, okay?
If I decide to wash my ass with your towel
That's a foul

Please say,
If I make fun of your crazy
Or give cookies to Miss Diabetes
That's not really foul, but possibly a homicide

Can I sleep past
If you do get a T
Take a whizz in flowers
I'll say hit the
Use this horn as a
Tommy Chong

Make some long calls
get a kick in the balls
Can I around with my morning erection?
If you want an automatic
'Cause a technical foul

But I'd to see it anyway, just kidding

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

Whether you're diabetic or especially short
ironic and hes a troll
I see, strange in my royal carry
My wife is short and hairy
They took my wig, I remember the look in eyes

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

I got no to growl
The she's on the prowl
Without my wig, I like an owl
Oh, my God, laugh at her

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