Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark, from '93 TV
is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a crowd that's in a Bob
go down to the announcers for the start of the game

And now, please rise for the of our national anthem

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

I'm the to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla
I put my mack down, she throw a curve
She Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god like a worst race
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third and headed home
Third baseman just understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, with this today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees we's be in the big league
we's be in the big league

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
Just to get up hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, Lunatics player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

Well you see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
for running the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit my thing
If I think with my then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucker in fear, hear the roars and the
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me 'em how
Hit the on the ground and make 'em get down

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

Well this next young batter on
He's still in high (yeah I heard that)
(It's a day though)
A good school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his umm, who knows,
Lee or something)

I want my name not, not but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, skills
Swear to tell the real, the real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, straight up like motto
I could tell you something now, you think twice it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up like members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a you can pay me
And the is who I came with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
It ain't nothing with that, batter up