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

*Sports
Welcome and gentlemen
This is Mark... from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(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

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the fish fry in the kitchen
don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a lot of tah-ryin
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 nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the to swing
home run that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my down, she throw a curve 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 herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second wisdom rhyme
strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand what the bomb
What the wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap in my seed
Now you stays on yo cause we's be in the big league
we's be in the big leauge

(Chorus)

Well you should see me now, I'm eatin now
I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin now
See me now, call me speedy now
Known for 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 it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, that normal ain't my thang
If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the and the cheers
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show '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 school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Lee or somethin)

Murphey
I want my name not, not said but
I went from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to 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 the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, talk straight up motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when
what what Money, money, money, money what's
I'm comin up like family in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to 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)

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