Luyện nghe bài hát Three Strikes You In

One mo strike and Im through,
It' s bottom of the swingin', for my life
Im up at the plate, goin' for the
They got my mom's seated in section

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

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

My offense was possession of weed
Now Im in the leagues and
That mothafucka Bill Clinton is a son of a
Had the nerve to throw out the 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
its one two three strikes you in

One two three 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 it aint right

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

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

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

And watch a get served
You from the LA pigs I know you comin' a curve
Ay batter, batter is the
Im the designated hitter, a nigga badder

Than ruth will I tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
yeah, Id rather 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 root for my
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two three you in
years of pain you know my name

They nigga to run and get hung
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 Satchel Paige wit a
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 neighborhood
In ghetto hall of fame

One two three 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 it aint right

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

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

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

I to root for my homeboys
If they win its a shame
its one two three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of you know my name
You know my name, you my name
You know my name, you 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 check my nuts, you who did it, get em

If they break my bank, you 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 lock me up, you know 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