Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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

It's the westside hustlaz, verses these LA
You can say the damned verses the
My homies in the dugout
lookin sad, 'cause fourteen niggas done struck-out

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

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

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

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

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

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

And a pitcher get served
You the LA pigs I know you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, is the chitter-chatter
Im the designated hitter, a nigga much

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

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

I got to root for my
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two three you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my

wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so pig can win the CY-young
Ima hit mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, as Steve Hal

You cant cap my gat
No strike 'cause rap is on the map
Im Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when Im one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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