Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, like he needs 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
Running from the ghosts till you get pill
hit the wall when you wanna stand still
He's used to crack, years back
I it was him and his weird fat cousin
The ones that you would've guessed at it
was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A time ago in a hood
that is still relatively close as the crow
No time to or bleed
Tryna find a way to fulfill needs

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

I was at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best friend began to
So I I was a lame
cause I with the game, motherfuck cocaine
I know you didn't want to be broke
It's a common excuse for that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I know she'd blows
Y'all moved here Chicago to grow
You got a tool up of your coat
And you got no why you decided to smoke
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 got to be Scarface
Caught a rock and a hard place
Maybe he got to say to me
I have to patiently and see
Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for fiends
Cause I know he never made it to the leagues

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