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
go down to the announcers for the start of the game

*Stadium
And now.. please rise for the of our national 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
to get up that hill
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 ain't nuttin wrong that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the to swing
home run that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my mack down, she a curve ball
She owed smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin a worst race
chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that and clear yo' mind
It's time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third and headed home
Third baseman don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with this world
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't with me, leave, for the wrap that's 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 Wheaties now
I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin now
See me now, people call me 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 lick it, (yeah) fuck it, it
Ain't no shame in my game, that shit ain't my thang
If I think with my dick then put your on my brains
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the
the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

(Chorus)

*Sports
Well uhh this next young on deck
He's still in high (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 want my not, not said but screamed
I went from to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole to make a mill'
I lie little but still, straight up like motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it
I promise, I gets than file cabinets when rappin
what Money, money, money, money what's happenin
I'm comin up like members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a 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)

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