Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket Full of Fatcaps

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

Fake bus with all city access
Insides and outsides up was a must
much dues from the Valle to Los
One-Times is on the and they jacking for piece-books

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 beef the burners and sketches
And respect is gained from the of you phlexin'

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

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

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

Graffiti ghetto culture provider
Fascist activist want me to exist
media hype
Stereo-type you try to make me look like the one the gat and knife

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