Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

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

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

I throw and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my 'fari herut
I got to risin on the mound, at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my
And parts, world-wide, evidence is known
Have you fallin out the box when curves are thrown
angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, dilated in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the
Three men against nine players, yo, that unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin'
One cat got on base but he didn't his lesson
I faked to first and him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he understand
That cat's out, time for no man
it

Don't
This where the big hits are
This ain't no league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for (what? )
But you step up to the plate

It be the large caliber
Ask why try
Microphone rasco defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the
out the box, mcs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them flames
Take
Head for the fence, we track
Track down the scent, fold your whole tent
bent
The illest on at all times
Call your bullpen, rasco pulled into the lot
Be em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the at one spot
Down the
The major that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to
Stand up, yet, put them hands up
And the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin
Niggas still rappin 'bout and car rims
Man
But that 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 to stack funds
Went from ones to stackin them one-huns
runs
The the bat, the more fat
dilated, ras, 'fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like
Like that y'all, like that, it

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