Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

Look you've got to
Its just been me and for sixty-seven years
So she gets nervous around
I wouldn't show picture to any one

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

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

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

Cause that's a technical foul, Ill you no mercy
This is such bull shit, hey in this house we say bull
Or its a technical foul, a technical

Let me get straight
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
It's up to you Yankee

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

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

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

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

some long distance calls
You'll get a in the balls
Can I around with my morning erection?
If you an automatic ejection
'Cause a technical foul

But I'd like to see it anyway, just

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

Whether you're diabetic or especially short
Shes and hes a troll
I see, shes in my royal carry
My imaginary wife is short and
They my wig, I remember the look in their eyes

How did my life get in this 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 your alien

I got no to growl
The whistle on the prowl
Without my wig, I like an owl
Oh, my God, don't at her

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