Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

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

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

I was living at my dad's
still a kid, my best friend began to drift
So I guess I was a
cause I wasn't the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you didn't want to be
It's a common for those that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw
Y'all moved here from to grow
You got a tool up inside of your
And you got no why you decided to smoke
I never even said to the bloke
I would see him around but try to provoke
But here we are two decades
I'm to see what the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be
Caught between a rock and a place
Maybe he got to say to me
I have to patiently and see
that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the leagues

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