Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

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

And now, rise for the singing of our national anthem

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 wrong with that, batter up

I'm the first to
Home run with 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 curve
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living like a worst
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped base and headed home
Third baseman just understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With these 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 be in the big league

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up that
I but now we're up in the big leagues
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

Well you should see me now, I'm Wheaties now
I'm second and third and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for 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, normal shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
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 don't fry in the
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up 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 wrong with that, up

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

I my name not, not said but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
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 straight up like
I could tell you something now, you think about it tomorrow
I promise, I deeper than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to 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 don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a 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 as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up