Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

One mo strike and Im through,
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 my last felony
Im 0 for 2 mothafucka
With the Louisville slugger Whitie, that left hand punk
Is on the mound and he comin' with dat junk

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

My first offense was possession of
Now Im in the major and
That Bill Clinton is a son of a bitch
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 three 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 pitch I swing, aw shit, tip
They felt the chill if I get on first
You know the deal a niggas to steal

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

Fulla they 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 get served
You from the LA pigs I you comin' with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the
Im the designated hitter, a nigga much

Than ruth will 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 strikes you in

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

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

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

You cant cap my gat
No strike gangsta rap is on the map
Im like Paige wit a gauge
Or Jackie Robinson, 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 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 it aint right

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 strikes it aint

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

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

I to root for my homeboys
If they win its a shame
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 tonight, you know who did it, you know
If sheck me up, you know who did it, dont guess
If check my nuts, you know 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 they sock me up, you know who did it,
If they lock me up, you who did it, get em

If smear my name, you know 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