Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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 junk

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

My offense was possession 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 is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the fuck can I out the pen
When its one two strikes you in

One two three 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 strikes it right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 cant 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 jacks fool Im a mothafuckin' vet
And fuck yo inning stretch, so
me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood name
In your ghetto hall of

One two three 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 strikes it right

One two three you in
Now how the fuck a nigga
To stay out the pen, Im on a
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my
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 double life, triple life it aint

Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the
nigga on trial
Keep ya jeezuh and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I come back

I gots to for my homeboys
If dont win its a shame
'Cause its one two strikes you in
Twenty-five years of you know my name
You know my name, you know my
You my name, you know 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 who did it, dont guess
If they my nuts, you know 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 who did it, yeah
If they me up, you know who did it, get em

If smear my name, you know 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