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 seated in section eight

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

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

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

Im just tryin to get like 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 stay out the pen, Im on a
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
They felt the 'cause if I get on first
You know the deal a gets to steal

Like to 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 warnin'

Fulla they say I wont amount to shit
But I can hit like Kenny Grit
a split in my mouth on the cellular phone
Its going, going,

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

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

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

I got to root for my
If they win its a shame
'Cause its one two strikes you in
Twenty-five years of 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 gangsta 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 yo seventh inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame, and see my neighborhood
In your hall of fame

One two strikes 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 it aint right

One two three 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

Yeah, it aint
Playin people like a game it aint
Human beings, puttin 'em in a jar it aint
For double life, 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 Cracker
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 of pain you know my name
You my name, you know my name
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 check my nuts, you know who did it, get em

If they break my bank, you know who did it,
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 smear my name, you 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