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, Lil' Wayne, sang to me

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

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

2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by
two, right before your eyes
three, oh I got you out
a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by
Strike two, right before eyes
Pitch three, this to the wall
Ain't no fun a game of Hardball

2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that on my jock, throwing the pop
Keep pitching 'em, I'm in the kitchen radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey all my words
Throwing eggs at them chicken heads, on the curb
I left 'em a word, a fast or with a curve
Happy sliding home, telling them friends in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm was false
And true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane
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 know what the going
Out of the field and your automobile
And I hope it ain't Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my out player game over

2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Wayne]
Listen, listen,
They call me Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm you hot, hot as the Kennedy, ya know
And I keep the chrome bat swinging, that at iron
on the block like Nolan Ryan
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my in the streets
the game, get you wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth
That way I never cheap talk
And I call my mommy heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch nothing here, baby
Catch me throwing an eighty in the Bentley
out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I'm 'em out the park
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 know my