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
grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought
Seventh and Hill, I used to bus kill with and skill

bus passes with all city access
Insides and outsides up was a must
much 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 toys hit me up like 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 piece and dissing 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 who love to see blood-hit pavement

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

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

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