Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow
When I step to the the outfielders get back (back)
they 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 is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back
Cause I don't know loose to
Matter fact, I never lost at all
When I'm Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the

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, right before your
Pitch three, this to the wall
no fun like a game of Hardball

[Verse 2: Lil'
This goes out to them jocks stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the making 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 ball or with a curve
sliding home, telling them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm was false
And what's true, girl
When it comes to this they call me Zane McGuire
other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we our own
But when I come up to bat, we all come home
And our fans cheers us, cause they know the drill going
Out of the field and your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you your change over
I'm in the dug my tongue out player game over

2: (Sammie)]

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

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

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