Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

One mo and Im through, nigga
It' s of the ninth swingin', for my life
Im up at the plate, for the gate
They got my seated in section eight

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

the westside hustlaz, verses these LA pigs
You can say the verses the nigs
My homies in the dugout
They 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 to throw out the first pitch

Im just tryin to get rich like
The home run king is now in a slump, 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 fuck a supposed
To stay out the pen, Im on a
Of Gin and Hen, of my life
With two strikes it aint

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

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

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

And watch a pitcher get
You from the LA pigs I know you with a curve
Ay batter, is the chitter-chatter
Im the hitter, a nigga much badder

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

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

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

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

You cant cap my gat
No strike gangsta rap is on the map
Im like Satchel Paige wit a
Or Jackie Robinson, when Im one

Of you jacks fool Im a mothafuckin' vet
And yo seventh inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my name
In your ghetto 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 aint

One two strikes 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 right
Playin people a game it aint right
Human beings, puttin 'em in a jar it aint
For double life, triple it aint right

me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another nigga on
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and you Cracker Jack
I hope I come back

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

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

If they break my bank, you know who did it,
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 they smear my name, you 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