Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

One mo and Im through, nigga
It' s bottom of the swingin', for my life
Im up at the plate, goin' for the
They got my mom's seated in eight

Been on deck since my felony
Im that 0 for 2
With the Louisville slugger Shay Whitie, that hand punk
Is on the and he comin' with dat off-speed junk

the westside hustlaz, verses these LA pigs
You can say the damned verses the
My little in the dugout
They lookin sad, 'cause niggas done struck-out

My first was possession of weed
Now Im in the major and
That mothafucka Bill Clinton is a son of a
Had the nerve to out the first pitch

Im just tryin to get rich trump
The home run king is now in a slump, me a hunk
How the fuck can I out the pen
When its one two strikes you in

One two strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga
To out the pen, Im on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, of my life
two strikes it aint right

Hes in the up
Here the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
They the chill 'cause if I get on first
You the deal a niggas gets to steal

Like to home and I betcha
That I can run over, the LA pig
because Im black, with a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the warnin'

Fulla count they say I wont to shit
But I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a split in my mouth on the cellular
Its going, going,

And watch a get served
You from the LA pigs I know you comin' with a
Ay batter, batter is the
Im the hitter, a nigga much badder

babe ruth will I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
Hell yeah, Id rather be hoops
a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit and three strikes you in

me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another on trial
Keep ya peanuts and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never back

I got to root for my
If they dont win its a
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of you know my name

They wanna nigga to run and get
High strung, so this pig can win the
Ima hit mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high as Hal

You salary cap my gat
No strike 'cause rap is on the map
Im like Satchel Paige wit a
Or Robinson, when Im robbin one

Of you cracker jacks Im a mothafuckin' vet
And fuck yo seventh stretch, so
me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood name
In your ghetto of fame

One two strikes you in
Now how the a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, Im on a
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my
two strikes it aint right

One two strikes you in
Now how the a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, Im on a
Of Gin and Hen, of my life
With two strikes it right

Yeah, it right
Playin people like a it aint right
Human beings, puttin 'em in a jar it right
For life, triple life it aint right

Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the
nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and you Cracker Jack
I I never come back

I gots to for my homeboys
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two strikes you in
years of pain you know my name
You know my name, you my name
You my name, you know my name

If I die tonight, you know who did it, you
If I ride tonight, you who did it, you know
If they sheck me up, you know who did it, guess
If check my nuts, you know who did it, get em

If they break my bank, you know who did it,
If they pull my rank, you who did it, get em
If they sock me up, you know who did it,
If lock me up, you know who did it, get em

If smear my name, you know who did it
If they my game, you know who did it
Remember me, you who did it
Wha what, wha what, you who did it