Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

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
Let's go down to the for the start of the game

And now, please for the singing of our national anthem

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans 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 player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

I'm the first to
run with that give-me-what-you-got 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 Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living a worst race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
Second lesson, that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base rhyme
Sitting strong, third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand what the bong
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With these girls today, diamonds and the way
You wasn't fucking me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo cause we's be in the big league
Cause be in the big league

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 it's our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

you should see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and third and looking peeping greedy now
See me now, call 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, it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that 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 sucker in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me '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 lot of trying
Just to get up hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

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

I want my not, not said but screamed
I went fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I been in it since,
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma year-old 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 now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up like members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a 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 whole lot of
to get up that hill
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 player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up