Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

Welcome ladies and
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a crowd in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the 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 on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

I'm the first to
Home run 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 down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some
She 'em, Optimo
First base, god living a worst race
First chase, throw yo' 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 understand baby what 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
we's be in the big league

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

Well you should see me now, I'm eating now
I'm stealing and third and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest
hit and run in any town, any
Rules I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick then put your on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A in fear, hear 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 burn on the (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 our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

Well this young batter on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I 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 said but
I went fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, skills
Swear to tell the real, the real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up motto
I could tell you something now, you think twice it tomorrow
I promise, I deeper than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money what's
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 fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up