Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

Welcome ladies and
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck '93 TV
is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) yeah yeah
We got a that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go to the announcers for the start of the game

And now, rise for the singing of our national anthem

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

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

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

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

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

Well this next batter on deck
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 his name's umm, who knows,
Lee or something)

I want my name not, not said but
I went fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old boy, platinum skills
to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets rapping
Money, money, money, money what's
I'm up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
a milli to play with, buy a building 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 don't fry in the
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
to get up that 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, it's Lunatics
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up