Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

Welcome and gentlemen
is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a crowd that's in a Bob
Let's go to the announcers for the start of the game

And now, please rise for the singing of our anthem

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up that
I said but now up in the big leagues
My it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong that, batter up

I'm the to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god like a worst race
chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third base and home
Third baseman just don't understand baby the bong
What the fuck wrong, with this world
With these today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap in my seed
Now you on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up that
I said but now up in the big leagues
My it's our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

Well you see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
Known for the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, it and quit it
And hit it, it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit my thing
If I think with my dick then put your on my brain
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucker in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the on the ground and make 'em get down

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

this next young batter on deck
He's still in school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a day though)
A good high school out in of St. Louis, Missouri
(I his name's umm, who knows,
Lee or something)

I want my name not, not but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma year-old school boy, platinum skills
to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I could tell you something now, you twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, what's happening
I'm coming up like family in basements, and I stay bent
a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic is who I with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up that
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up