Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He started running down the middle of the
Bare feet, looking he needs a little to eat
Broad daylight, the kids are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, battling a traffic jam
A tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the
Running from the ghosts till you get pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna still
used to sell crack, years back
I remember it was him and his fat cousin
The last 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 or bleed
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 must get here
Blood rush, up to the majors

I was at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best friend began to
So I guess I was a
I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
Yeah I 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 of your coat
And you got no clue why you to smoke
I never even goodbye to the bloke
I would see him but never try to provoke
But we are two decades later
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
Hoping that has a vacancy for dope fiends
I know he never made it to the major leagues

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