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

*Sports
Welcome ladies and
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

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the fish fry in the kitchen
Beans don't on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of
Just to get up that
I said but now we're up in the BIG
My dirty it's our at bat
And just as long as we livin, Lunatics playa
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 holla what
I put my mack down, she throw a ball
She owed Milli smoked that and some Llly-bone
She 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin a worst race
First chase, yo' people and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo'
It's time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and home
Third just don't understand baby what the bomb
What the wrong, with this world today
With girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin me, leave, for the wrap that's 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 see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm stealin 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, lick it, did I say it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, normal shit ain't my thang
If I think with my dick then put mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the crowd when I take the mile, let me 'em how
Hit the ball on the and make 'em get down

(Chorus)

personalities*
Well uhh this young 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 his name's umm, who knows..
Mur-uhh, Lee or somethin)

Murphey
I want my name not, not but screamed
I from fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennett I in it since, ninety-three
You can tell cause my L 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to tell the real, the whole to make a mill'
I lie but still, talk straight up like motto
I tell you somethin now, you think 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 family members in basements, and I 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*