Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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

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

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

Im just to get rich 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 strikes you in

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

Hes in the up
Here the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
They the chill 'cause 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 send a nigga back to the warnin'

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

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

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

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

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

They wanna nigga to run and get
High strung, so 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 gangsta rap is on the map
Im like Satchel Paige wit a
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 name
In your ghetto hall of

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

One two three 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 it aint right

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

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

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

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

If they break my bank, you know who did it,
If they pull my rank, you 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 smear my name, you 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