Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

Don't
So many the fame, but never see the day
When lyrically could even run, in the triple-a's
This here's the major leagues, big hits are guaranteed
The ken turbo 850 professional mc
One more time cat defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it
Man sign, independent on enterprise
time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and get blown
I strive to be a golden all-time great, like j-ro
I gets burned when the technics turn on mix and mix tapes
That you hear when a car left on the street
You know that shit that you bounce
respect to rasco and evidence
Yo it down on the mound
I'm not like hideo, got it nomo
I'm like randy johnson, guaranteed heat for sure

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

I spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'fari
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at
the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, evidence is
Have you fallin out the box when curves are thrown
angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, dilated in cursive
I my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in folks
One cat got on base but he learn his lesson
I to first and picked him off at second
is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
That cat's out, time for no man
it

Don't
This where the big are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this the major leagues
You in the batter's box for combat (what? )
But when you step up to the

It be the large rhyme
Ask why try
Microphone slash defari
Evidence, that set the precedence
out the box, mcs to bobby sox
Major league, set to you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we them small flames
Take
Head for the fence, we prints
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 one shot
While your pitch be the plate at one spot
the pipe
The major that earn 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
Niggas rappin 'bout clothes 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 feelin you one pinch, in the
We loadin the guns to stack
Went from stackin to stackin them one-huns
runs
The hotter the bat, the fat
dilated, ras, 'fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, that
Like that y'all, like that, it

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