Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

One mo and Im through, nigga
It' s of the ninth swingin', for my life
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
the Louisville slugger Shay Whitie, that left hand punk
Is on the and he comin' with dat off-speed junk

It's the hustlaz, verses these LA pigs
You can say the damned the nigs
My little homies in the
lookin sad, 'cause fourteen niggas done struck-out

My offense was possession of weed
Now Im in the leagues and
mothafucka Bill Clinton is a son of a bitch
Had the nerve to throw out the first

Im just tryin to get rich trump
The home run king is now in a slump, me a hunk
How the can I stay out the pen
its one two three strikes 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 the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
felt the chill 'cause if I get on first
You know the deal a niggas to steal

Like to home and I betcha
That I can run over, the LA pig
Just because Im black, a bat
They wanna send a nigga to the warnin' track

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

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

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

Take me out to the ballgame, me out to the crowd
nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come

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

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

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

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

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 strikes it aint

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

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

Take me out to the ballgame, me out to the crowd
Another on trial
Keep ya peanuts and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never back

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

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

If they my bank, you know who did it, yeah
If pull my rank, you know who did it, get em
If they sock me up, you 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 they my game, you know who did it
me, you know who did it
Wha what, wha what, you who did it