Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket Full of Fatcaps

Twelve was the age that set me off with the graff
While zapp bumping, gang was hype with the juvenile
Graff grabbed my mind which led to and thought
Seventh and Hill, I used to bus kill with and skill

Fake bus passes with all access
Insides and outsides going up was a
Paying dues from the Valle to Los
One-Times is on the sweat and they jacking for

Pocket full of Fatcaps, so what's up and you at
Tag-banging hit me up like what you write ese
But I'm not about just the burners and sketches
And is gained from the flavor of you phlexin'

Not by capping a and dissing tags for attention
world-wide aerosolic expression
So focus the mind, hit some surface and trippin'
Pocket full of Fatcaps, so what's up and you at

Graffin' up in L.A., you can't act and play
Striking up in the wrong hood could mean your day
Most every set has a block and every has a mad set
With sick fools who love to see blood-hit pavement

L.A. area hip-hop under threats of
B-Boy in violence, peace as purpose is drifting
So tag-banger afraid to be a gangster
Get on some roots and get that mission together

Graffiti writer culture provider
Fascist activist don't want me to
media hype
Stereo-type you try to make me look the one with the gat and knife

Lies after lies, classist racist and
But even Suburbia child is down with ghetto
Fears got three strikes, gets all the love I got
Under the of the hardcore that can't be stopped