Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

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

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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
still a kid, when my best friend to drift
So I I was a lame
cause I wasn't the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you want to be broke
a common excuse for those that sold dope
If momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
Y'all moved here from to grow
You got a tool up inside of your
And you got no clue why you to smoke
I never said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him around but never try to
But here we are two later
I'm curious to see what the days made of
You never got to be
Caught between a and a hard place
he got something to say to me
I have to wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for fiends
Cause I know he never it to the major leagues

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