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

*Sports
Welcome ladies and
is Mark... oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob
(Hey hey guys) yeah yeah
We got a that's in a frenzy Bob
go down to the announcers for the start of the game

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

(Chorus) "The Jeffersons"*
I say the don't fry in the kitchen
Beans burn on the grill (that's right)
It a whole 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 as we livin, it's Lunatics playa
It ain't nuttin with that, huh - batter up

St.
I'm the first to
home run that give-me-what-you-got 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 ball
She owed Milli that herb and some Llly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
base, god livin like a worst race
First chase, throw yo' and yo' kind
Second lesson, smoke that and clear yo' mind
It's about time, second base wisdom
Hittin strong, skipped third base and home
baseman just don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with this world
With these today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the 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 should see me now, I'm 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 lick it, (yeah) fuck it, it
Ain't no shame in my game, that shit ain't my thang
If I think with my then put your mouth on my brains
I through the atmosphere, what we got here
A in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
From the crowd I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the and make 'em get down

(Chorus)

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

Murphey
I want my name not, not but screamed
I went fantasies to dreams,from dreams to bigger things
I'm Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
You can tell my L angle 90 degrees
I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum
Swear to the real, the whole real to make a mill'
I lie little but still, straight up like motto
I could tell you now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper file cabinets when rappin
what what 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 is who we came with
You how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Chorus)

personalities ad libbing*