Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He started running down the of the street
Bare feet, like he needs a little to eat
Broad daylight, the school are laughing at him
It matter, he's battling a traffic jam
A tryna come up a quarter
Joystick, put your in the corner
Running from the ghosts you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand
He's to sell crack, years back
I it was him and his weird fat cousin
The last 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 flies
No to grieve or bleed
Tryna a way to fulfill those needs

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

I was at my dad's crib
still a kid, when my best friend to drift
So I guess I was a
cause I wasn't with the game, cocaine
Yeah I you didn't want to be broke
It's a excuse for those that sold dope
If your momma had knew, I she'd throw 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 said goodbye to the bloke
I would see him around but never try to
But we are two decades later
I'm curious to see the kingpin's days made of
You never got to be
Caught between a and a hard place
he got something to say to me
I have to patiently and see
Hoping heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
Cause I know he made it to the major leagues

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