Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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

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

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

Im just tryin to get rich trump
The run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the can I stay 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, of my life
With two it aint right

Hes in the up
Here the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
They felt the chill if I get on first
You the deal a niggas gets to steal

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

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

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

Than ruth will I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
yeah, Id rather be shootin hoops
'Cause a guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit and three strikes you in

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

I got to root for my
If dont win its a shame
'Cause its one two strikes you in
years of pain you know my name

They nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so pig can win the CY-young
Ima hit this mothafucka a
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 Im a mothafuckin' vet
And fuck yo inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my name
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, of my life
With two strikes it aint

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

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

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

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

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

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