Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He started running the middle of the street
feet, looking like he needs a little to eat
Broad daylight, the school are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, battling a traffic jam
A tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put score in the corner
Running the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you 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 time ago in a
that is relatively close as the crow flies
No time to or bleed
Tryna find a way to fulfill needs

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

I was living at my crib
a kid, when my best friend began to drift
So I guess I was a
cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck
Yeah I know you didn't to be broke
It's a common excuse for that sold dope
If momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a tool up inside of your
And you got no clue why you to smoke
I never said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him around but 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 hard
Maybe he got to say to me
I to patiently wait and see
Hoping that has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I he never made it to the major leagues

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