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 that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the

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

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

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

(Chorus)

Well you should see me now, I'm eatin now
I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin now
See me now, people me speedy now
Known for runnin the miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal 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 'em get down

(Chorus)

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

Lee-
I want my name not, not but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen school boy, platinum skills
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I could tell you somethin now, you twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper file cabinets when rappin
what Money, money, money, money what's happenin
I'm comin up like family in basements, and I stay bent
a milli to play with, buy a building 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*