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

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

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

St.
I'm the to swing
run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, me love
Hit the club, me and holla what
I put my down, she throw a curve ball
She owed Milli smoked herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
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, base wisdom rhyme
strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With these girls today, and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin me, leave, for the wrap 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 stealin second and third and lookin peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me now
Known for runnin the quickest
hit and run in any town, any
Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and it
And hit it, lick it, did I say it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
no shame in my game, that normal shit 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, the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and 'em get down

(Chorus)

personalities*
Well uhh this next batter on deck
He's still in high school (yeah I that)
(It's a day though)
A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis,
(I think his umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Lee or somethin)

Lee-
I want my name not, not but screamed
I went from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to things
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
sixteen year-old school 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 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 family 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 with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

personalities ad libbing*