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

*Sports
Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(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

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the fish don't fry in the
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 it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin, it's playa
It ain't nuttin wrong that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the first to
run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my mack down, she a curve ball
She Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin like a race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
Second lesson, that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed
Third baseman just don't baby what the bomb
the fuck wrong, with this world today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my
Now you stays on yo knees we's be in the big league
Cause be in the big leauge

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

*Sports
Well uhh this next batter on deck
He's still in high (yeah I heard that)
(It's a day though)
A good high 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 from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk up like motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper file cabinets when rappin
what what Money, money, money, money happenin
I'm comin up family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a you can pay me
And the is who we came with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

personalities ad libbing*