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

*Sports
ladies and gentlemen
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 that's in a Bob
Let's go down to the for the start of the game

announcer*
And now.. please rise for the of our national anthem

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of tah-ryin
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 livin, it's playa
It ain't wrong with that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the first to
home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot
a duck, 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 Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
base, god livin like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed
Third baseman don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With these girls today, and pearls the way
You wasn't 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 leauge

(Chorus)

Well you see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and it
And hit it, it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang
If I think with my then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

(Chorus)

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

Lee-
I want my not, not said but screamed
I went fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, straight up like motto
I tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rappin
what Money, money, money, money what's happenin
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 we with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

*Sports ad libbing*