Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

Throw me the ball and me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the
My man Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me

1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, right before your
three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow
When I step to the the outfielders get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the type of dog
So back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
gum, cards and all the posters
Y'all know how I ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, any hot beat
And break, and you know it when you see clone
And now that's all I see going on, holla at me
time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta talk
Mistreat me, and my squad back home
Cause I don't know to much
Matter fact, I ain't lost at all
When I'm playing (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to to me
I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, right before eyes
three, oh I got you out
a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by
two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the
no fun like a game of Hardball

[Verse 2: Lil'
This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the making radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the
I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a
Happy sliding home, telling friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was
And what's true, girl
When it to this game they call me Zane McGuire
That kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we our own
But when I come up to bat, we all going home
And our fans cheers us, cause they know what the going
Out of the field and into automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out player game

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil'
Listen, listen,
They call me young Wheezy
You I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging at iron
Pitch on the like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my in the streets
Watch the game, get you wife in the
My watch, my chain, and my teeth
That way I will never cheap
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, baby
Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't share
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't here, baby
Catch me throwing an in the latest Bentley
out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm knocking 'em out the
And after the game we gone up after dark

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Rascals, and me y'all know my name