Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

Welcome ladies and
is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck 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 down to the announcers for the of the game

And now, please rise for the singing of our national

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans 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 Lunatics
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

I'm the to swing
Home run with that thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla
I put my down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
base, god living like a worst race
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom
Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the
What the fuck wrong, with this today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my
Now you stays on yo knees we's be in the big league
we's be in the big league

I say the fish don't fry in the
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 long as we living, it's Lunatics
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 home peeping greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest
hit and run in any town, any
'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, it
Ain't no shame in my game, that shit ain't my thing
If I with my dick then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucker in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the crowd I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the and make 'em get down

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

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

I want my name not, not but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to things
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma sixteen school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole 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 gets deeper than cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, what's happening
I'm coming up like family in basements, and I stay bent
Make a to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic is who I came
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up 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 Lunatics
It ain't wrong with that, batter up