Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

Welcome ladies and
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
Let's go down to the announcers for the of the game

And now, please rise for the singing of our 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 as we living, it's Lunatics player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

I'm the first to
Home run with that thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla
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
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed
baseman just don't understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, with this today
With these girls today, diamonds and the way
You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my
Now you stays on yo knees we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big

I say the fish don't fry in the
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 it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
It ain't nothing wrong that, batter up

Well you see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and third and looking home peeping now
See me now, call me speedy now
for running the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 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, that normal shit ain't my
If I think my dick then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
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 fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

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

I want my not, not said but screamed
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 school boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you something now, you think twice it tomorrow
I promise, I deeper than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up like family in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a you can pay me
And the 'tic is who I 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 don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
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 nothing wrong with that, up