Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow
When I step to the plate the get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the over-the-wall of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie
Bubble gum, and all the posters
know how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot
And break, and you know it when you see clone
And right now that's all I see going on, at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing the trophy
If your is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really trash talk
me, and send my squad back home
Cause I don't know loose to
Matter fact, I ain't never at all
I'm playing Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I 'em to the wall

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

[Verse 2: Zane]
This goes out to them jocks stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my
Throwing at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I 'em a word, a fast ball or with a curve
Happy home, telling them friends that's in the third
ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, listen
When it comes to this they call me Zane McGuire
other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we our own
But I come up to bat, we all going come home
And our fans us, cause they know what the drill 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 out player game over

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 life in the
Watch the game, get you in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my Cost
That way I never cheap talk
And I call my sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't share
So if you for some bitch ain't nothing here, baby
me throwing an eighty in the latest Bentley
Going out, and Whezzy hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm 'em out the park
And after the game we gone meet up dark

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

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