Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

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

1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the the outfielders get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the over-the-wall of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie
Bubble gum, and all the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to
On the field, on the court, over any hot
And break, and you it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see on, holla at me
Game time, all I about is bringing home the trophy
If team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and my squad back home
Cause I don't know to much
Matter fact, I ain't never at all
I'm playing Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to to me
Understand I'm Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, right 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
Ain't no fun like a game of

[Verse 2: Lil'
This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio
It's usually preferred, I be with all my words
Throwing eggs at chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, a fast or with a curve
Happy sliding home, telling them that's in the third
Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, girl
When it comes to game they call me Zane McGuire
That kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we our own
But I come up to bat, we all going come home
And our fans cheers us, cause they what 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 with my tongue out player 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 keep the chrome bat swinging, that at iron
Pitch on the block Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm riding the
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the
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 daddy batty, yeah
Wee is a player baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some ain't nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an eighty in the latest
Going out, and Whezzy hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm 'em out the park
And after the game we gone up after dark

2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]

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