Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck '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 to the announcers for the start of the game

And now, please rise for the singing of our anthem

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My it's 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
run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla
I put my down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living like a worst
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
Second lesson, smoke that herb and yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom
Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed
Third baseman don't understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, this world today
With these girls today, diamonds and 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
we's be in the big league

I say the don't 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 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 player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

Well you should see me now, I'm eating now
I'm second 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
'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, normal shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick then put your on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A sucker in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

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 that
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

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

I want my not, not said but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma sixteen year-old boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to a mill'
I lie but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, what's happening
I'm coming up like family members in basements, and I bent
a milli to play with, buy a building 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 fry in the kitchen
Beans burn 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 it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up