Luyện nghe bài hát Hardball

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

1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, right your eyes
three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of

1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfielders get (back)
Cause they know I'm the type of dog
So many to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
gum, cards and all the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot
And break, and you know it when you see clone
And right now that's all I see on, holla at me
Game time, all I about is bringing home the trophy
If team is better mine, you really gotta show me
gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my 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 mound about to to me
I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

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

[Verse 2: Lil'
This goes out to jocks that stay on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep 'em, I'm in the kitchen making radio rock
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 ball or with a
Happy home, telling them friends that's in the third
ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doing was false
And what's true, listen
When it comes to this they call me Zane 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 what the drill going
Out of the field and your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you your change over
I'm in the dug my tongue out player game over

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil'
Listen, listen,
They call me young Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, swinging at iron
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
the game, get you wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my Cost
That way I never cheap talk
And I my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that batty, yeah baby
Wee is a player 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 latest
Going out, and never 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

[Chorus 2: 2x (Sammie)]

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