Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

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

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

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit with attitude
The signal's in, and my 'fari herut
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 batter's box when curves are
angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, dilated written in
I spill my to wax and put the in the open
men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are in takin' folks
One cat got on but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and 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 this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box for combat (what? )
But when you step up to the

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

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