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

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

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

St.
I'm the to swing
run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my mack down, she a curve ball
She Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
Second lesson, smoke herb and clear yo' mind
about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the
What the fuck wrong, with this world
With these today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees cause 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 second and third and home peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for runnin the miles
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 lick it, (yeah) it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my
If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A sucka in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the and make 'em get down

(Chorus)

personalities*
Well uhh next young batter on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I that)
(It's a day though)
A good high 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 cause my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a
I lie little but still, talk straight up motto
I tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than cabinets when rappin
what what Money, money, money, what's happenin
I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I bent
a milli 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*