Luyện nghe bài hát The Major Leagues

He running down the middle of the street
Bare feet, looking like he needs a to eat
Broad daylight, the school are laughing at him
It doesn't matter, he's a traffic jam
A Pacman tryna up a quarter
Joystick, put your score in the
Running the ghosts till you get that pill
Gotta hit the wall when you wanna still
He's used to sell crack, years
I remember it was him and his weird fat
The last ones you would've guessed at it
was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
A time ago in a hood
is still relatively close as the crow flies
No time to or bleed
Tryna find a way to those needs

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

I was living at my crib
still a kid, when my friend began to drift
So I guess I was a
cause I wasn't with the game, 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 throw
moved here from Chicago to grow
You got a up inside 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 here we are two decades
I'm curious to see what the kingpin's made of
You never got to be
Caught a rock and a hard place
he got something to say to me
I have to wait and see
Hoping that has a vacancy for dope fiends
I know he never made it to the major leagues

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