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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fulla count they say I wont to shit
But I can hit like Kenny Grit
With a in my mouth on the cellular 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 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 guaranteed to win
Against a loss and three strikes you in

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

I got to for my homeboys
If they win its a shame
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you my name

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

You salary 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 cracker jacks fool Im a vet
And fuck yo seventh 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
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, of my life
two strikes it aint right

Yeah, it right
Playin 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 jeezuh and you Cracker Jack
I hope I come back

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

If I die tonight, you know who did it, you
If I ride tonight, you who did it, you know
If sheck me up, you know who did it, dont guess
If they 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 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 they kill my game, you who did it
Remember me, you who did it
Wha what, wha what, you who did it