Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

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

Or might try to take you two guys back to the laboratory
we got rules in this house, and you better follow
Them or find yourself outta of here
This might be then I thought

If you're coming from street, with dirty shoes on your
That's a foul
If you switch the radio to some modern music
a technical foul
If you shut the door after using the refridgerator
That's a foul, a technical foul

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

that's a technical foul, Ill show you no mercy
This is such bull shit, hey in 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 psychotic freaks
You got it bub or you can go rot in the
up to you Yankee Doodle

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

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

Please say,
If I make fun of crazy feeties
Or give sugar to Miss 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
I'll say hit the
Use this horn as a
Tommy Chong

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

But I'd to see it anyway, just kidding

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

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

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

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

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