Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, looking he needs a little to eat
daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's battling a jam
A tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the
from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall you wanna stand still
He's used to sell crack, years
I remember it was him and his fat cousin
The last ones you would've guessed at it
was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A long ago in a hood
that is relatively close as the crow flies
No time to grieve or
Tryna a way to fulfill those needs

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Such temptation, what's the
Cutthroat rages, tuck the
Stuck in a phase of get paid here
Blood rush, up to the majors

I was at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my friend began to drift
So I I was a lame
cause I wasn't with the game, cocaine
Yeah I you didn't want to be broke
It's a common excuse for those sold dope
If momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
Y'all moved from Chicago to grow
You got a up inside of your coat
And you got no clue why you decided to
I never even said goodbye to the
I would see him but never try to provoke
But here we are two decades
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's made of
You never got to be
Caught between a rock and a hard
he got something to say to me
I to patiently wait and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope
I know he never made it to the major leagues

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