Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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

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

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

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

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
two strikes it aint right

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

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

Fulla 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 a pitcher get served
You from the LA pigs I you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the
Im the designated hitter, a nigga badder

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

me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another nigga on
Keep ya jeezuh and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I never come

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

They wanna nigga to run and get
strung, so this pig can win the CY-young
Ima hit this a mile
In the box, high as Steve Hal

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

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

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 right

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

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

Take me out to the ballgame, me out to the crowd
Another on trial
ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Cracker Jack
I hope I come back

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

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

If they my bank, you know who did it, yeah
If they my rank, you know who did it, get em
If sock me up, you know 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 my game, you know who did it
Remember me, you who did it
Wha what, wha what, you who did it