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 come up a
Joystick, put your in the corner
from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna still
He's used to crack, years back
I remember it was him and his fat cousin
The last ones that you would've at it
was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A long ago in a hood
that is still relatively as the crow flies
No time to or bleed
Tryna a way to fulfill those needs

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

I was at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best began to drift
So I guess I was a
cause I with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those that dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd blows
moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up of your coat
And you got no clue why you 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 got to be Scarface
Caught between a and a hard place
he got something to say to me
I have to patiently and see
Hoping that heaven has a for dope fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the leagues

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