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
Pitch three, this to the wall
Ain't no fun a game of Hardball

1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the the outfielders get back (back)
Cause know I'm the over-the-wall type of dog
So many back to back hits they call me little Sosa
Bubble gum, and all the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, any hot beat
And break, and you it when you see your clone
And right now all I see going on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the
If team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta talk
Mistreat me, and my squad back home
I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never at all
When I'm Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the

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, before your eyes
three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of

[Verse 2: Lil'
This goes out to them that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio
usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the
I left 'em a word, a fast or with a curve
Happy sliding home, them friends that's in the third
Sure ya heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, girl
When it comes to 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 fans cheers us, cause they know what the drill
Out of the and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your over
I'm in the dug with my tongue out game over

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Wayne]
Listen, listen,
They call me young Wheezy
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 see me I'm riding the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my in the streets
Watch the game, get you wife in the
My watch, my chain, and my Cost
way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah
Whezzy Wee is a baby, and I don't share babies
So if you for some bitch ain't nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an eighty in the Bentley
Going out, and never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm knocking 'em out the
And after the game we gone meet up dark

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all my name