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 crowd that's in a 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 fry in the kitchen
Beans 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 dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics
It ain't nuttin with that, huh - batter up

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

(Chorus)

Well you see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin now
See me now, people call me now
for runnin the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any
'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, it
Ain't no in my game, that normal shit ain't my thang
If I think with my dick then put your on my brains
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka in fear, the roars and the cheers
From the when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get

(Chorus)

personalities*
Well uhh this young batter on deck
He's still in 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)

Lee-
I want my not, not said but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell 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 but still, talk straight up like motto
I could you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I deeper than file cabinets when rappin
what Money, money, money, money what's happenin
I'm comin up like members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to 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*