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

*Sports
Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark... from '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 for the start of the game

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the don't fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of tah-ryin
Just to get up hill
I said but now up in the BIG LEAGUES
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we livin, it's playa
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, me love
Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla
I put my mack down, she throw a ball
She owed Milli smoked that and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
First base, god like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' people and yo'
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo'
It's about time, second base rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third and headed home
Third just don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With these girls today, diamonds and the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my
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 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) fuck it, it
Ain't no shame in my game, normal shit ain't my thang
If I think with my dick then put mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucka in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

(Chorus)

*Sports
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 his name's umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Lee or somethin)

Murphey
I want my not, not said but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can cause my L angle 90 degrees
sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up like
I could you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets rappin
what what Money, money, money, money what's
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 with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

personalities ad libbing*