Qianball is a racket sport similar to tennis or squash. The game can be described as a mix between tennis and squash or as squash without walls. The game can be played by two or four players, or used as practice by a single person. Qianball can be played on any flat hard surface, indoors or outdoors no matter the weather.
The game is played on a court a little smaller than a tennis court with both players placed on the same side of the net. The player side of the net measures 7.6 * 7.8 m, and the other side of the net should be app. 10 * 12 m, but there are no exact rules for this.
The name is derived from the Chinese Qianlongball, from where the game originates.
The game involves:
The game is played by placing the ball bag 2.1 m from the net in the so-called Qianball point. the end of the rubber band is attached to the turning rings or the floor embedded hook. The players are positioned on the same side of the net as in squash and takes turns to serve 2 consecutive serves before changing sides. The game is decided in three sets to 15 playing with a running score.
( Kane talking)
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Chorus (Kane & Abel)
Only real niggas roll with me
Hit the block gun cocked, nigga pass the weed
Hustle we'll never knock, recognize the G
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Verse 1 (Kane)
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Chorus x2
Verse 2 (Abel)
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Chorus x3
(Abel talking)
Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane.
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Like we said on the last motherfuckin record.