Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

Throw me the and watch 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, right your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the
Ain't no fun like a game of

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow
When I step to the the outfielders get back (back)
Cause they I'm the over-the-wall type of dog
So many back to back they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, cards and all the
Y'all know how I roast ya it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, any hot beat
And break, and you it when you see your clone
And right now all I see going on, holla 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, really gotta talk
Mistreat me, and send my back home
Cause I know loose to much
Matter fact, I never lost at all
When I'm 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 before your
three, oh I got you out
a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, right before eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the
Ain't no fun like a of Hardball

[Verse 2: Zane]
This goes out to them jocks stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen radio rock
It's preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at them heads, bangin on the curb
I 'em a word, a fast ball or with a curve
sliding home, telling 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
it comes to this game they call me Zane McGuire
That other kid was 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 us, cause they know what the drill going
Out of the and into 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 game

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil'
Listen, listen,
They me young Wheezy Rodriguez
You I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging at iron
Pitch on the like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you see me I'm riding 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 talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet
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 throwing an in the latest Bentley
out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm knocking 'em out the
And after the game we gone up after dark

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

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