Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow
When I step to the plate the get back (back)
Cause they know I'm the type of dog
So many back to back hits call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, cards and all the
Y'all know how I roast ya 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 all I see going on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the
If your team is better mine, you really show me
Really gotta beat me, gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my back home
Cause I know loose to much
Matter fact, I never lost at all
When I'm Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I 'em to the wall

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

2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the making radio rock
It's preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, a fast ball or with a
Happy sliding home, them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was
And what's true, listen
it comes 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 come home
And our cheers us, cause they know what the drill going
Out of the field and your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out player game

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil'
Listen, listen,
They me young Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging that at
Pitch on the block like 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 mommy sweat heart, she call me daddy
And she gladly, the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't 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 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 Little Rascals, and me y'all my name