Luyện nghe bài hát Up (Remix)

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

And now, please rise for the of our national anthem

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

I'm the first to
Home run with give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my mack down, she a curve ball
She owed smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
base, god living like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that and clear yo' mind
It's time, second base wisdom rhyme
Sitting strong, skipped third and headed home
Third just don't understand baby what the bong
What the fuck wrong, this world today
With these today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fucking me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big
we's be in the big league

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

Well you should see me now, I'm eating now
I'm stealing second and and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me now
for running 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 lick it, (yeah) it, lick it
no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thing
If I think with my dick put your mouth on my brain
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the crowd I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

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

Well this next young on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I that)
(It's a day though)
A high school 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 from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
I'ma year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money happening
I'm up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a to play 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 fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the (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 it's our at bat
And just as long as we living, it's player
It nothing wrong with that, batter up