Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He running 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 score in the corner
Running the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall you wanna stand still
used 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 still relatively close as the flies
No to grieve or bleed
find a way to fulfill those needs

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Such temptation, what's the
rages, tuck the razor
Stuck in a phase of must get paid
rush, raised up to the majors

I was at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best friend began to
So I I was a lame
cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck
I know you didn't want to be broke
It's a excuse for those that sold dope
If momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
Y'all moved here 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 never try to
But here we are two decades
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days of
You got to be Scarface
Caught between a rock and a place
Maybe he got to say to me
I to patiently wait and see
Hoping heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he never it to the major leagues

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