Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

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So many claim the fame, but see the day
lyrically they could even run, in the triple-a's
This here's the major leagues, where big are guaranteed
The ken griffey turbo 850 mc
One more that cat defari
With a sting operation so we call it franchise
Man sign, independent on enterprise
It's time to straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and spots get
I strive to be a golden state all-time great, j-ro
I gets burned when the turn on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the
You know that shit that make you
'nuf respect to and evidence
Yo hold it down on the
I'm not hideo, don't got it nomo
I'm more like randy johnson, heat for sure

Yo this that the big hits are guaranteed
This no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for (what? )
But when you up to the plate better bring it fat

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'fari
I got to on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my
And body parts, world-wide, evidence is
Have you fallin out the batter's box when are thrown
Precise angles, I the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm
I got the jersrey, dilated written in cursive
I my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's of
Plus my eyes are open in folks
One cat got on but he didn't learn his lesson
I to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't
That cat's out, waits for no man
it

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This where the big are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the leagues
You in the box ready for combat (what? )
But you step up to the plate

It be the large rhyme
Ask why try
Microphone slash rasco
Evidence, rhymes that set the
out the box, mcs to bobby sox
Major league, set to you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them flames
Take
Head for the fence, we track
Track down the scent, then your whole tent
Stay
The illest on rhymes at all
your bullpen, rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one
While your pitch be the plate at one spot
the pipe
The major lieutenant that stripes
Bet in, cadet to captain
Stand up, better yet, put hands up
And watch the triple threat come fuck them up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that hymns
still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man
But dishin corn, you get spreaded
We on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been
Sittin on the bench, not you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to funds
Went from stackin to stackin them one-huns
Scored
The hotter the bat, the fat
It's dilated, ras, 'fari, we back
Like that, like that, that, like that
Like y'all, like that, check it

Yo that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair here the major leagues
You in the box ready for combat (what? )
But you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Don't