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 which led to expression and thought
Seventh and Hill, I used to bus kill snap and skill

bus passes with all city access
Insides and outsides up was a must
Paying much dues the Valle to Los
is on the sweat and they jacking for piece-books

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

Not by capping a piece and dissing for attention
Serious aerosolic expression
So focus the mind, hit some and stop trippin'
Pocket full of Fatcaps, so up and where you at

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

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

Graffiti ghetto culture provider
Fascist activist don't me to exist
Propagated hype
you try to make me look like the one with the gat and knife

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