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 crowd that's in a Bob
Let's go to the announcers for the start of the game

And now, please for the singing of our national anthem

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that 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 Lunatics
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

I'm the first to
run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve
She owed Milli smoked that and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living like a worst
chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo'
It's about time, second base wisdom
Sitting strong, skipped base and headed home
Third baseman just understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, this world today
With these girls today, and pearls the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the that's in my seed
Now you on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up 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 Wheaties 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 lick it, (yeah) it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my
If I think with my dick put your mouth on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A sucker in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the and make 'em get down

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up that
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 player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

Well next young batter on deck
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 said but
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to tell the real, the whole to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I could tell you something now, you think twice about it
I promise, I gets deeper than file 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 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 hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up