Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

Throw me the ball and watch me what I do it
We got Bow Wow in the
My man Lil' Zane, Wayne, Sammie sang to me

1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of

1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the get back (back)
Cause know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog
So many back to hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
gum, cards and all the posters
Y'all how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, any hot beat
And break, and you know it when you see your
And right now that's all I see going on, at me
Game time, all I think is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta me
Really gotta beat me, gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my back home
Cause I don't know loose to
Matter fact, I ain't lost at all
When I'm playing (that's right)
So, if you on the about to pitch to me
Understand I'm Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
two, right before your eyes
three, oh I got you out
a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, before your eyes
Pitch three, this to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of

[Verse 2: Zane]
This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen radio rock
usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the
I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a
Happy sliding home, them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, girl
When it comes to this game they call me McGuire
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him
See, we all got a base, and we our own
But when I come up to bat, we all going home
And our fans cheers us, cause they know the drill going
Out of the and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out game over

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Wayne]
Listen, listen,
They call me young Rodriguez
You know I'm you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know
And I keep the bat swinging, swinging that at iron
Pitch on the block Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you see me I'm riding the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my in the streets
Watch the game, get you in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth
That way I will cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that batty, yeah baby
Wee is a player baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for bitch ain't nothing here, baby
Catch me an eighty in the latest Bentley
out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm 'em out the park
And after the game we meet up after dark

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me know my name