Luyện nghe bài hát Bet Ya Man Can't (triz)

Blam, bang, bang
Yeah, Squad style
Trizzie, it out now

Yo, I'm X in sex
I like Lex Lugor
So who's to get
up by this roughneck from Cuba?

We do maneuvers Super Dave
Always with a group of
Sayin', "Mami's out"
Sugar Ray

'Cause Link don't play miss
I flip and do strange
(Shit)
like hit you
With the and chains, check it

I get you like I'm mystic
'Cause this is as a brick
(Dick)
Raw with big bend it
(Balls)
Now let's get, physical, my pie

Let this lyrical guy dive
between your thighs
I satisfy a Snickers bar
I'm the bigger bar

That'll you quicker than
A will strip a car
My repertoire a four star
Performance all women

Hittin' more skins than Alec
You're fallin' in love and you get up
Now check the cut, I ya
Now you strut, word up

Bet ya man do it like that
(Like that?)
He work the middle
his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it that
(Like that?)
I you scream papa
(You the dada)

Bet ya man can't do it that
(Like that?)
He work the middle
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man can't do it that
(Like that?)
I make you papa
(You the dada)

Yeah, uh, uh, yo
in the Palladium
All on my presence
Poppin' the crist', the chick
out of essence

Word up, patch
Three quarter Polo jiggy
Be like, Who is he?
like a grizzly

While your watch me
You're busy pissy
Wanna lay love
But your wanna kiss me, huh

I got a fly team, me and my
like high beams
Makin' the off
Of friends with dreams

It might seem,
I'm conceited the cream talk
But I got the of green
That could bribe a Court

And we talk
The world listen
Turn your back to T.S. for one
And find girl missin'

Baby, me holla
Take it off, I you dolla
We can party manana
nobody gotta know nada

Word to
me some Mississippi massana
I'll be in the
Troopin' the naga the chupacabra

Cool it mama, you too hot
Bust a shot, boo-ya, rub it up and
Like my oo-wops, Suscia, show me your dance
The way you work the pants
Any man jerk his gnads

Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like that?)
He can't work the
'Cause his too little
Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like that?)
I you scream papa
(You the dada)

Yo, my like it in
(Shit's)
You like, Keith
Bury my beef, your sweet cherry
Every week if

I'm nasty like Nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those,
(Ass)
And I'll bring you joy like Street
In the backseat of my
We can chill or like TLC but don't sleep

I keep it real, the deal mami?
You wanna feel on my salami?
Come and try me, I'll sign my
All your punani

Ohh mami, you comin' with me?
All night in my tub Hennessey
Gettin' up with your thighs up
I'ma surprise her when I rise up, her

kay yay, I'ma ride her
And guide her to the triz
Where we goin', straight to the
Pun in here and and Seis

You what time it is?
Soon as we walk in the
Let's get biz, triz, triz,
Triz, triz, triz, triz,
(Okay)

Since ya man can't do it Link
(Like Link?)
He can't the middle
'Cause his thing too
Bet ya man can't do it like
(Like Seis?)
I make you papa
(You the dada)

Bet ya man do it like Crack
(Like Crack?)
He can't the middle
'Cause his thing too
Bet ya man do it like Pun
(Like Pun?)
I you scream papa
(You the bana)

Bet ya man do it like Link
(Like Link?)
He can't the middle
his thing too little
Bet ya man do it like Seis
(Like Seis?)
I you scream papa
(You the dada)

Bet ya man can't do it Crack
(Like Crack?)
He can't work the
'Cause his thing too
Bet ya man can't do it Pun
(Like Pun?)
I make you scream papa, adios