Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He started running the middle of the street
Bare feet, like he needs a little to eat
daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It matter, he's battling a traffic jam
A Pacman come up a quarter
Joystick, put score in the corner
from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you stand still
He's used to crack, years back
I it was him and his weird 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 to grieve or bleed
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 here
Blood rush, raised up to the

I was living at my dad's
still a kid, when my friend began to drift
So I I was a lame
cause I with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you want to be broke
a common excuse for those that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd blows
Y'all moved from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up of your coat
And you got no clue why you decided to
I never even 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 hard
Maybe he got to say to me
I have to wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a for dope fiends
Cause I he never made it to the major leagues

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