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 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
He's used to sell crack, years
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 time to grieve or
Tryna find a way to fulfill needs

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

I was living at my dad's
still a kid, when my best friend to drift
So I guess I was a
cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck
I know you didn't want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those that sold
If your momma had knew, I know she'd blows
Y'all moved here from Chicago to
You got a tool up inside of your
And you got no clue why you decided to
I never even said to the bloke
I see him around but never try to provoke
But we are two decades later
I'm curious to see the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be
between a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got to say to me
I to patiently wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope
Cause I know he never it to the major leagues

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