Luyện nghe bài hát Taking My Ball

It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so
But it's alright, it's with me
I'll do my all by myself
I don't nobody to play with me

But if you just give me a
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't nobody wanna with me
So I'm taking my and going home, home

I'm that guy, man, shove a dime up in my end
And it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals
Slut poke in your shirt, jump in mud puddles
While I stomp mud in your ass, girl, now let's cuddle

Blood curdling, you're gurgling in on your blood
I do for my trick, I'm feeling wonderful
I think I might just do a little less subtle
Shove a Tonka truck up a little kids butt hole

Feel the of a psychopath slash Ambassador
Of the Valentine Day massacre slash
I slash her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a bath
While I put a catheter in and jump in the bath her

In my Spider Man mask, man, imagine
The fun I can with a strap on
up a Kim Kardashians ass
And the bitch run a triathlon

Are those pistachios? Damn I'd to have some
Laying on the patio, man a fat one
Shady drop the marker, put the cap on
Goddamn man, are you much of an asshole

It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so
But it's alright, it's okay me
do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play me

But if you just me a chance
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't nobody wanna play me
So I'm my ball and going home, home

I'm like Houdini, tuck my teeny, eenie, between each
One of my thighs and make it like a genie
Make this shit disappear like Tara in a bikini
Believe me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a

They call me the fruit from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver
The hoover up in your shoot, don't move or ya
Might get it stuck up so fuckin' far up in uvula
You ain't gonna know what he was do to your gluteus

Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a in the studio
Now who do ya think is more
Weeny smothered in peanut butter on the tube of your
Eye shadow and look nice, you shoulda seen it, mother

I think put a piece of art on my Visa card
Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton a pleasin' art
Then mosey on over to O'Donnell's with McDonald's
in her lap and watch the Sopranos.

It feels so wrong 'cause it feel so
But it's alright, it's okay me
I'll do my steps all by
I don't need to play with me

But if you just give me a
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But don't nobody play with me
So I'm taking my ball and home, home

Shady, what are ya doin' on a human?
Grab an aluminum bat, can't hide a clue in the
Boom and assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back
the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon

Skewin' a rat, a cat, screwin' a
You shouldn't ask, what is he doin' with that
You should be glad he ain't leave you full of wounds
You in a trance, I'm back my dance, ooh

But they're I might get Sarah Palin by the hair and
Make her a bathin' suit and take her parasailin'
Shady, why do you gotta pick on the for?
Why you make her read 84 bed stories to you in baby talk?

I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed
Kelly Pickler hid my box under my bassinet
No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper to be changed
You like graffiti, dike? Well, I can pee-pee and your name

It feels so wrong 'cause it so right
But it's alright, okay with me
I'll do my all by myself
I need nobody to play with me

But if you give me a chance
I can put you in a trance, the way I
But nobody wanna play with me
So I'm taking my and going home, home

Fine, wants to play with me?
you then, bitch
Guys, you're always mean to me
All you ever do is rub gum in my and stuff
You guys are gon' me, make me sad
Bad, I'm cry, I'm crying
I'm gonna my mom
Mom