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, for the gate
got my mom's seated in section eight

Been on deck my last felony
Im 0 for 2 mothafucka
With the Louisville slugger Shay Whitie, left hand punk
Is on the mound and he 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 out the first pitch

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

One two strikes 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

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

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

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

And watch a 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 be shootin hoops
a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit loss and three you in

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

I got to root for my
If they dont win its a
'Cause its one two three you in
years of pain you know my name

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

You salary cap my gat
No 'cause gangsta rap is on the map
Im like Satchel Paige wit a
Or Jackie Robinson, Im robbin 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 ghetto hall of fame

One two strikes 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 it aint 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
two strikes it aint right

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 right

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

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

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

If they smear my name, you 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