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 that's in a frenzy Bob
go down to the announcers for the start of the game

And now, please rise for the singing of our national

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
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 as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

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

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
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 you see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and third and looking home greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
Known for running the miles
hit and run in any town, any
'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick put your mouth on my brain
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucker in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the crowd 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 took a lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My it's our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

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

I want my name not, not said but
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma year-old school 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 tell you something now, you think twice it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up like family members in basements, and I bent
a milli to play with, buy a building 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 burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up that
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong that, batter up