Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up

Welcome and gentlemen
is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a that's in a frenzy Bob
go down 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 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, Lunatics 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, me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
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 base wisdom
Sitting strong, skipped third and headed home
Third baseman don't 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 on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
Cause we's be in the big

I say the don't 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 we're up in the big
My it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

you should see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and third and looking peeping greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest
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 shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my
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 ball on the ground and make 'em get

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My it's our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

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

I want my name not, not but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to things
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen school boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, straight up like motto
I could tell you something now, you think about it tomorrow
I promise, I deeper than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, what's 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 fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up