Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark, from '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 down to the announcers for the start of the

And now, please rise for the singing of our anthem

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

I'm the to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
base, god living like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
Second lesson, smoke that herb and yo' mind
about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped base and headed home
Third baseman just don't baby what the bong
the fuck wrong, with this world today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo cause we's be in the big league
Cause be in the big league

I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the big
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
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 home greedy now
See me now, people me speedy now
Known for the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, it and quit it
And hit it, it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no in my game, that normal shit ain't my thing
If I think my dick then put your mouth on my brain
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucker in fear, the roars and the cheers
the crowd 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 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 as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing with that, batter up

Well next young batter on deck
He's still in high (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 name not, not but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to tell the real, the real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up motto
I could tell you something now, you think twice it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets rapping
Money, money, money, what's happening
I'm coming up like members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a 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 don't fry in the
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up that
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 Lunatics
It ain't nothing wrong with that, up