Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

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

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Such temptation, what's the
Cutthroat rages, the razor
in a phase of must get paid here
Blood rush, up to the majors

I was living at my dad's
a kid, when my best friend began to drift
So I I was a lame
I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those sold dope
If your had knew, I know she'd throw blows
moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up of your coat
And you got no why you decided to smoke
I never even said goodbye to the
I see him around but never try to provoke
But here we are two decades
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's made of
You never got to be
between a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got to say to me
I to patiently wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope
Cause I know he never it to the major leagues

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