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 to the announcers 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 burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
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 long as we living, it's Lunatics
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

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

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 hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, Lunatics player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

Well you should see me now, I'm Wheaties now
I'm stealing 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, split it, lick it and it
And hit it, lick it, did I say 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 through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucker in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up

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

I want my not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I could tell you now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up like members in basements, and I stay 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 don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong that, batter up