Luyện nghe bài hát Major League

Don't
So many the fame, but never see the day
When they could even run, in the triple-a's
This here's the major leagues, where big hits are
The ken turbo 850 professional mc
One more time cat defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it
Man sign, on some enterprise
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world
That mics get ripped, and get blown
I strive to be a state all-time great, like j-ro
I gets burned when the 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 to rasco and evidence
Yo hold it down on the
I'm not like hideo, got it nomo
I'm more like randy johnson, guaranteed for sure

Yo this that where the big hits are
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 better bring it fat

I throw and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The in, and my catcher's 'fari herut
I got to risin on the mound, at pen-point
the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And parts, world-wide, evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batter's box curves are thrown
Precise angles, I the strategy, no cost
And just I choose to wander don't 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 shit's of
my eyes are open in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his
I to first and picked him off at second
is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
That cat's out, waits 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 box ready for combat (what? )
But when you step up to the

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

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
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