Luyện nghe bài hát Technical Foul

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

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

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

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

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

Let me get this
You expect me to change my lifestyle in one night
Because you guys are a of psychotic control 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 don't screw up

If I don't spray Lysol, after 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 fun of your crazy feeties
Or give sugar cookies to Diabetes
That's not really technical foul, but possibly a

Can I past three?
If you do get a T
Take a in those flowers
say hit the showers
Use horn as a bong
Tommy Chong

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

But I'd like to see it anyway, just

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

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

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

I got no to growl
The whistle on the prowl
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