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 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 don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My it's our turn at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong that, batter up

I'm the to swing
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 Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
base, god living like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
Second lesson, smoke herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, base wisdom rhyme
strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the
the fuck wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, and pearls the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my
Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big
Cause we's be in the big

I say the don't 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 we're up in the big
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, 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 and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for running the quickest
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no in my game, that normal shit ain't my thing
If I with my dick then put your mouth on my brain
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
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 ground and 'em get down

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole 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, Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

Well this next young on deck
He's still in school (yeah I heard 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 want my not, not said but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I could you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a 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 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 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 ain't nothing with that, batter up