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 in a frenzy 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 fish fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of trying
Just to get up 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 nothing wrong with that, batter up

I'm the to swing
Home run that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
a dub, smoke 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 a worst race
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed
Third baseman just don't understand what the bong
What the 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 knees cause be in the big league
we's be in the big league

I say the fish don't fry in the
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up hill
I but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics
It ain't wrong with that, batter up

Well you should see me now, I'm eating now
I'm stealing second and third and looking peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no in my game, that normal shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick then put mouth on my brain
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucker in fear, hear the roars and the
the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the on the ground and make 'em get down

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

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

I want my not, not said but screamed
I went fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, skills
to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up motto
I could tell you now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money what's
I'm up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic is who I came
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

I say the don't fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up that
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 player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up