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
Let's go down to the announcers for the of the game

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

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

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

(Chorus)

Well you see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me now
for runnin the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and it
And hit it, it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit my thang
If I think my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain the atmosphere, what we got here
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
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 batter on deck
He's in high school (yeah I heard 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)

Murphey
I want my name not, not said but
I went from to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L angle 90
sixteen 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 could tell you somethin now, you twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets 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)

*Sports ad libbing*