Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He started running down the of the street
Bare feet, looking like he needs a to eat
daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's a traffic jam
A Pacman come up a quarter
Joystick, put score in the corner
Running from the ghosts till you get that
Gotta hit the wall when you stand still
He's used to crack, years back
I remember it was him and his 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 find a way to those needs

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

I was living at my crib
still a kid, my best friend began to drift
So I guess I was a
I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I you didn't 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 up inside of your coat
And you got no clue why you decided to
I never said goodbye to the bloke
I see him around but never try to provoke
But here we are two decades
I'm curious to see the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be
Caught between a rock and a place
he got something to say to me
I have to wait and see
Hoping heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
I know he never made it to the major leagues

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