Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

Welcome ladies and
This is Mark, from '93 TV
is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a crowd in a frenzy 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 took a lot of trying
to get up that hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, 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, me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my mack down, she a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god like a worst race
chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo'
It's about time, second base wisdom
Sitting strong, third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the
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 we's be in the big
Cause be in the big league

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans burn on the grill (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 with that, batter up

you should see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm second and third and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for running the miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, 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, that shit ain't my thing
If I think with my then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucker in fear, hear the roars and the
From the crowd I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the and make 'em get down

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
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, it's player
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up

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

I my name not, not said but screamed
I went 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 to make a mill'
I lie but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you something now, you think twice about it
I promise, I deeper than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm coming up like family members in basements, and I bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a 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 don't fry in the
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up that
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up