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 seated in section eight

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

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

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

Im tryin to get rich like trump
The run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the can I stay out the pen
its one two three 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, everyday of my
With two it aint right

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

Like to steal 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

Fulla count they say I 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 get served
You from the LA I know you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the
Im the designated hitter, a much badder

babe ruth will I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
Hell yeah, Id be shootin hoops
a niggas guaranteed 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 peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Cracker
I I never come back

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

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, high as Hal

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

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

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

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 aint

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

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

I gots to root for my
If they dont win its a
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five of pain 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 who did it, you know
If they sheck me up, you know who did it, dont
If they check my nuts, you who did it, get em

If they my bank, you know 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 they me up, you know who did it, get em

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