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, for the gate
They got my mom's in section eight

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

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

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

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

One two strikes 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

Hes in the up
Here the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
They felt the chill if I get on first
You know the deal a 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 a nigga back to the warnin' track

count they say I wont amount to shit
But I can hit like Kenny Grit
a split in my mouth on the cellular phone
Its going, going,

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

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

Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the
nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Jack
I hope I never back

I got to root for my
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you my name

They wanna nigga to run and get
High strung, so this pig can win the
Ima hit this mothafucka a
In the batters box, as Steve Hal

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

Of you cracker fool Im a mothafuckin' vet
And fuck yo seventh stretch, so
me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood name
In your hall of fame

One two strikes 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 it aint right

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

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

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

I gots to for my homeboys
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two three 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, guess
If they check my nuts, you who did it, get em

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

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