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

*Sports
Welcome 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 in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the of the game

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the fish fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of tah-ryin
Just to get up that
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 Lunatics
It ain't wrong with that, huh - batter up

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

(Chorus)

Well you should see me now, I'm Wheaties now
I'm stealin and third and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people me speedy 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 shame in my game, that normal ain't my thang
If I think with my then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A sucka in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me 'em how
Hit the on the ground and make 'em get down

(Chorus)

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

Murphey
I my name not, not said but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
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 real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rappin
what what Money, money, money, money happenin
I'm up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
a milli to play 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*