Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket Full of Fatcaps

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

Fake bus passes all city access
and outsides going up was a must
Paying much dues the Valle to Los
One-Times is on the sweat and jacking for piece-books

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

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

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

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

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

Lies after lies, classist and mythical
But Suburbia child is down with ghetto cultural
Fears got three strikes, Skate all the love I got
Under the influence of the hardcore that be stopped