Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

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

And now, rise for the singing of our national anthem

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up that
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 player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

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

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that
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 wrong with that, batter up

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

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that
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

Well this next young batter on
He's still in high (yeah I heard that)
(It's a day though)
A good high 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 from to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I been in it since,
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk up like motto
I could you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money what's
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 'tic is who I came
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 burn on the (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up hill
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 wrong with that, up