Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

Welcome ladies and
This is Mark, from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a crowd that's in a Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the of the game

And now, please rise for the singing of our national

I say the fish don't fry in the
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 it's our turn at bat
And as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong that, batter up

I'm the first to
Home run with give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my mack down, she throw a curve
She owed smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god living like a race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third and headed home
Third baseman just understand 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
we's be in the big league

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

Well you see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
I'm stealing second and third and looking home peeping 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, it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit my thing
If I think with my dick then put your on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the when 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
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up that
I said but now up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

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

I my name not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can cause my L angle 90 degrees
sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole 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 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 with, buy a building 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 don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of trying
to get up that hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, Lunatics player
It ain't wrong with that, batter up