Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

One mo strike and Im through,
It' s bottom of the ninth swingin', for my
Im up at the plate, goin' for the
got my mom's seated in section eight

Been on deck since my felony
Im that 0 for 2
With the Louisville Shay Whitie, that left hand punk
Is on the mound and he comin' with dat off-speed

the westside hustlaz, verses these LA pigs
You can say the damned the nigs
My homies in the dugout
They lookin sad, 'cause fourteen niggas struck-out

My first offense was of weed
Now Im in the major and
That mothafucka Clinton is a son of a bitch
Had the nerve to throw out the pitch

Im just tryin to get like trump
The home run king is now in a slump, me a hunk
How the fuck can I out the pen
When its one two three you in

One two strikes you in
Now how the a nigga supposed
To out the pen, Im on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my
With two it aint right

Hes in the up
Here come the pitch I swing, aw shit, tip
felt the chill 'cause if I get on first
You know the deal a niggas gets to

Like to steal and I betcha
I can run over, the LA pig catcher
Just Im black, with a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the track

Fulla count they say I wont to shit
But fool I can hit Kenny Grit
With a split in my on the cellular phone
Its going, going,

And a pitcher get served
You from the LA pigs I know you with a curve
Ay batter, is the chitter-chatter
Im the designated hitter, a nigga badder

Than babe ruth will I tell the truth and but the truth
Hell yeah, Id rather be hoops
'Cause a niggas to win
Against a bullshit loss and three you in

me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Jack
I hope I come back

I got to for my homeboys
If dont win its a shame
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my

wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so pig can win the CY-young
Ima hit mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, as Steve Hal

You cant cap my gat
No strike 'cause rap is on the map
Im like Satchel wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, when Im one

Of you cracker jacks fool Im a vet
And fuck yo inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood
In your ghetto hall of

One two three you in
Now how the fuck a supposed
To out the pen, Im on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, of my life
two strikes it aint right

One two strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga
To out the pen, Im on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my
With two it aint right

Yeah, it aint
Playin like a game it aint right
Human beings, puttin 'em in a jar it right
For double life, triple life it aint

Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the
Another nigga on
ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come

I gots to for my homeboys
If dont win its a shame
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you my name
You know my name, you know my
You know my name, you my name

If I die tonight, you know who did it, you
If I ride tonight, you who did it, you know
If they me up, you know who did it, dont guess
If they check my nuts, you who did it, get em

If they my bank, you know who did it, yeah
If they pull my rank, you who did it, get em
If sock me up, you know who did it, yeah
If they lock me up, you who did it, get em

If they smear my name, you who did it
If kill my game, you know who did it
Remember me, you who did it
Wha what, wha what, you who did it