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
They got my seated in section eight

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

the westside hustlaz, verses these LA pigs
You can say the damned the nigs
My little homies in the
lookin sad, 'cause fourteen niggas done struck-out

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

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

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

Like to home 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 say I wont amount to shit
But I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a in my mouth on the cellular phone
Its going, going,

And watch a pitcher get
You from the LA pigs I you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the
Im the designated hitter, a nigga much

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

Take me out to the ballgame, 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 they dont win its a
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five of pain you know my name

They wanna nigga to run and get
strung, so this 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 gangsta rap is on the map
Im like Satchel Paige wit a
Or Jackie Robinson, Im robbin one

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I die tonight, you know who did it, you
If I ride tonight, you know who did it, you
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 they me up, you know who did it, yeah
If they lock me up, you who did it, get em

If they smear my name, you 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