Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, looking like he a little to eat
daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, battling a traffic jam
A Pacman tryna up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the
Running from the ghosts till you get that
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna still
used to sell crack, years back
I remember it was him and his weird fat
The last ones that you would've at it
was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A time ago in a hood
that is still relatively close as the crow
No time to or bleed
Tryna find a way to fulfill those

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Such temptation, the basis?
Cutthroat rages, the razor
in a phase of must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the

I was living at my dad's
still a kid, when my best friend began to
So I guess I was a
cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck
I know you didn't want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw
Y'all moved from Chicago to grow
You got a up inside of your coat
And you got no clue why you to smoke
I never said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him but never try to provoke
But we are two decades later
I'm curious to see what the days made of
You got to be Scarface
Caught a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got to say to me
I have to patiently and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for fiends
Cause I he never made it to the major leagues

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