Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

Don't
So many the fame, but never see the day
When lyrically they could run, in the triple-a's
This here's the major leagues, where big are guaranteed
The ken turbo 850 professional mc
One more time cat defari
a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign, independent on some
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and the world realize
mics 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 shows and mix
That you hear when a car turns left on the
You know that that make you bounce
'nuf respect to rasco and
Yo hold it down on the
I'm not like hideo, don't got it
I'm more randy johnson, guaranteed heat for sure

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

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters attitude
The in, and my catcher's 'fari herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my
And body parts, world-wide, is known
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 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, that shit's of
Plus my eyes are in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his
I faked to and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he understand
cat's out, time waits for no man
it

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

It be the caliber rhyme
Ask why try
Microphone slash 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 them small flames
Take
Head for the fence, we prints
Track down the scent, then fold whole tent
Stay
The on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, rasco just into the lot
Be strikin em out with one
While your be hittin the plate at one spot
the pipe
The major lieutenant that stripes
Bet strap in, to captain
Stand up, better yet, put hands up
And watch the triple come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that hymns
Niggas still 'bout clothes and car rims
Man
But dishin that corn, you get
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you scratched
on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack
from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored
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 this that the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the leagues
You in the batter's box ready for (what? )
But when you step up to the better bring it fat
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