Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, looking like he a little to eat
Broad daylight, the kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's battling a jam
A Pacman tryna come up a
Joystick, put your in the corner
from the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall you wanna stand still
He's used to sell crack, 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 long ago in a hood
that is still relatively close as the crow
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 of must get paid here
Blood rush, raised up to the

I was living at my dad's
still a kid, when my best began to drift
So I guess I was a
I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I know you want to be broke
It's a common for those that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw
Y'all moved here Chicago 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 would see him around but never try to
But here we are two decades
I'm curious to see what the 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 patiently and see
that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the major

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