Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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

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

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

Im just to get rich like trump
The home run king is now in a slump, me a hunk
How the fuck can I out the pen
When its one two 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
With two strikes it aint

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

Like to steal and I betcha
That I can run over, the LA pig
Just Im black, with a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the track

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

And watch a get served
You the LA pigs I know you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, is the chitter-chatter
Im the designated hitter, a nigga badder

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

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

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

They wanna nigga to run and get
High strung, so this pig can win the
Ima hit mothafucka a mile
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 Robinson, when Im robbin one

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

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

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

Yeah, it aint
Playin like a game it aint right
Human beings, 'em in a jar it aint right
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 I never come back

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

If I die tonight, you know who did it, you
If I ride tonight, you know who did it, you
If they sheck me up, you know who did it, guess
If check 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 lock me up, you 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