Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow
When I step to the plate the get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the type of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie
Bubble gum, cards and all the
Y'all know how I roast ya when time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot
And break, and you know it when you see clone
And right now that's all I see going on, at me
Game time, all I think about is 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
fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playing (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
two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of

[Verse 2: Zane]
This out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock
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 friends in the third
ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, listen
When it comes to this game they call me McGuire
That 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 what the drill going
Out of the field and your automobile
And I hope it your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out player over

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Wayne]
Listen, listen,
They call me young Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging at iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm the streets
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 never cheap
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, baby
Wee is a player baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an in the latest Bentley
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 meet up dark

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

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