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

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole lot of tah-ryin
Just to get up that
I said but now up in the BIG LEAGUES
My dirty our turn at bat
And as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa
It ain't nuttin wrong that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the first to
home run with give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv what
I put my mack down, she throw a ball
She owed Milli smoked herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
First base, god livin like a race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom
strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, this world today
With these today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
Now you on yo knees 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 peepin greedy now
See me now, call me speedy now
for runnin the quickest 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 my thang
If I think with my dick then put mouth on my brains
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the crowd I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the on the ground and make 'em get down

(Chorus)

personalities*
Well uhh this next 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 his name's umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Lee or somethin)

Murphey
I want my name not, not said but
I went from fantasies to dreams,from to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen school 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
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*