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, goin' for the
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 and he comin' with dat off-speed junk

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

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

Im just tryin to get like trump
The run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
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, of my life
With two it aint right

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

Like to steal and I betcha
I can run over, the LA pig catcher
Just because Im black, a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the track

Fulla count they say I wont amount to
But I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a split in my 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, batter is the
Im the hitter, a nigga much badder

Than babe ruth I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
Hell yeah, Id rather be shootin
a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a loss 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
'Cause its one two strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you my name

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

You cant cap my gat
No 'cause gangsta rap is on the map
Im Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, Im robbin one

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

One two three 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 right

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

Yeah, it aint
Playin like a game it aint right
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 peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Jack
I hope I never back

I gots to root for my
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 my name
You my name, you know my name

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

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

If smear my name, you know 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