Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He started running down the of the street
Bare feet, looking like he a little to eat
daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's battling a jam
A Pacman tryna up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the
Running the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the when you wanna stand still
He's used to sell crack, back
I remember it was him and his weird fat
The ones 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 crow
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
Stuck in a phase of must get paid
Blood rush, raised up to the

I was living at my crib
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
It's a common excuse for those that sold
If your momma had knew, I know she'd blows
moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up inside of your
And you got no clue why you to smoke
I even said goodbye to the bloke
I see him around but never try to provoke
But here we are two later
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days of
You got to be Scarface
between 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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