Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

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

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

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

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

Im just tryin to get rich like
The run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the fuck can I out the pen
its one two three 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 the pitch I swing, aw shit, foul tip
They the chill 'cause if I get on first
You know the deal a niggas gets to

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

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

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

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

me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Another on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh and fuck you Jack
I hope I never come

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

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

You salary cap my gat
No strike 'cause 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
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood
In ghetto hall of fame

One two three 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 strikes it aint

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

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

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

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

If I die tonight, you who did it, you know
If I ride tonight, you know who did it, you
If they sheck me up, you know who did it, dont
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 sock me up, you know who did it, yeah
If they lock me up, you who did it, get em

If they 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