Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark, from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a that's in a frenzy 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 fish don't fry in the
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up 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 wrong that, batter up

I'm the first to
run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living a worst race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped base and headed home
Third baseman just don't baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With these girls today, diamonds and the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my
Now you stays on yo cause we's be in the big league
we's be in the big league

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (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 it's our at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

Well you should see me now, I'm eating now
I'm stealing second and third and looking home peeping now
See me now, people call me now
Known for running the quickest
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 shit ain't my thing
If I think my dick then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucker in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

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

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

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

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