Luyện nghe bài hát Batter Up - Jason 'Jay E' Epperson

*Sports
Welcome ladies and
This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck '93 TV
is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a crowd in a frenzy Bob
Let's go to the announcers for the start of the game

*Stadium
And now.. rise for the singing of our national anthem

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the don't fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
to get up that hill
I said but now we're up in the BIG
My it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics
It ain't nuttin with that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the first to
home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my mack down, she throw a ball
She owed Milli smoked that and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
It's time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third and headed home
Third baseman just don't baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with this world
With these today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the that's in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big
we's be in the big leauge

(Chorus)

Well you should see me now, I'm eatin now
I'm stealin second and and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people me speedy now
for runnin 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) it, lick it
Ain't no in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang
If I think my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

(Chorus)

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

Murphey
I want my name not, not but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to a mill'
I lie little but still, talk up like motto
I tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper file cabinets when rappin
what what Money, money, money, money what's
I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay
Make a to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic is who we came
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

*Sports ad libbing*