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

And now, please rise for the singing of our national

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 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 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, show me
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked that herb and some
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god like a worst race
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base rhyme
strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand what the bong
What the wrong, with this world today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls 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
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a 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 player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

Well you should see me now, I'm eating now
I'm stealing second and and looking home peeping greedy 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 shit ain't my thing
If I with my dick then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A sucker in fear, hear the roars and the
From the crowd I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the on the ground and make 'em get down

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
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 Lunatics
It ain't 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 high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I his name's umm, who knows,
Lee or something)

I my name 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 cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen school boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, straight up like motto
I could tell you something now, you twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to 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
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up