Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

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

And now, please rise for the singing of our national

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

I'm the to swing
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 holla
I put my mack down, she a curve ball
She Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living a worst race
chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo'
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, this world today
these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big
we's be in the big league

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
to get up that hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, 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 me speedy now
Known for the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and it
And hit it, lick it, did I say 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 mouth on my
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucker in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
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 wrong with that, batter up

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

I my name not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk up like motto
I tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets rapping
Money, money, money, money what's
I'm coming up like 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 fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
to get up that hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up