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, for the gate
They got my mom's seated in section

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 off-speed

It's the westside hustlaz, these LA pigs
You can say the damned the nigs
My little in the dugout
They lookin sad, 'cause fourteen niggas done

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

Im just tryin to get rich trump
The home run king is now in a slump, me a hunk
How the can I stay out the pen
When its one two strikes you in

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

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 gets to

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

Fulla count they say I wont amount to
But fool I can hit like Grit
With a split in my on the cellular phone
Its going, going,

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

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

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

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

wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so pig can win the CY-young
Ima hit this a mile
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, when Im one

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

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
two strikes 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
two strikes it aint right

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

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

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

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

If break my bank, you know who did it, yeah
If they my rank, you know 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 they smear my name, you who did it
If kill my game, you know who did it
me, you know who did it
Wha what, wha what, you who did it