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 mom's 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 comin' with dat off-speed

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

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

Im just tryin to get rich trump
The run king is now in a slump, pass 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 nigga
To out the pen, Im on a blend
Of Gin and Hen, everyday of my
With two strikes it right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You cant cap my gat
No strike 'cause rap is on the map
Im Satchel Paige wit a gauge
Or Robinson, when Im robbin one

Of you cracker fool Im a mothafuckin' vet
And fuck yo seventh stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my name
In your ghetto hall of

One two strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga
To stay out the pen, Im on a
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, of my life
With two strikes it aint

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

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

I gots to root for my
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two three you in
years of pain you know my name
You my name, you know my name
You my name, you know my name

If I die tonight, you who did it, you know
If I ride tonight, you who did it, you know
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 know who did it,
If they my rank, you know 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 my name, you know 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