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

*Sports
ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark... from '93 TV
is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah
We got a that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the of the game

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

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

St.
I'm the to swing
home run with that 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 herb and Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin like a race
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, that herb and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom
Hittin strong, skipped base and headed home
Third baseman don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with world today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap in my seed
Now you on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
we's be in the big leauge

(Chorus)

Well you should see me now, I'm Wheaties now
I'm second and third and lookin home peepin greedy 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 lick it, (yeah) it, lick it
no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang
If I think my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, we got here
A sucka in fear, hear the roars and the
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 young on deck
He's in high school (yeah I heard that)
(It's a day though)
A good school 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 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
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 like
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when
what what Money, money, money, money what's
I'm comin up family members 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)

*Sports ad libbing*