Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, before 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 I'm the over-the-wall type of dog
So many back to back hits call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, and all the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to
On the field, on the court, over any hot
And break, and you it when you see your clone
And now that's all I see going on, holla at me
time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is mine, you really gotta show me
Really beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and my squad back home
Cause I know loose to much
fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the about to pitch to me
Understand I'm Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

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

[Verse 2: Lil'
goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the making radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be with all my words
Throwing at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I 'em a word, a fast ball or with a curve
Happy sliding home, telling them friends that's in the
ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me McGuire
That other kid was just a mark, so I 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 cheers us, cause they know what the 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 tongue out player over

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil'
Listen, listen,
They call me Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya
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 wife in the
My watch, my chain, and my Cost
That way I will cheap talk
And I call my mommy heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, baby
Whezzy Wee is a player baby, and I don't share
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 we gone meet up after dark

2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]

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