Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

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

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

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with
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 curves are
angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm
I got the button-up jersrey, written in cursive
I my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin'
One cat got on base but he didn't his lesson
I to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't
That out, time waits for no man
it

Don't
where the big hits 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 up to the plate

It be the large rhyme
Ask why try
Microphone slash rasco
Evidence, rhymes set the precedence
out the box, mcs to bobby sox
Major league, set to you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small
names
Head for the fence, we track
Track down the scent, fold your whole tent
Stay
The illest on at all times
Call bullpen, rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out one shot
While your pitch be the plate at one spot
Down the
The lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, to captain
Stand up, better yet, put them up
And watch the triple come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, lyrical gems that sayin 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 scratched
Sittin on the bench, not you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin one-huns
Scored
The the bat, the more fat
It's dilated, ras, 'fari, we back
that, like that, like 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 batter's box ready for (what? )
But when you step up to the plate better it fat
Don't