Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket Full of Fatcaps

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

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

full of Fatcaps, so what's up and where you at
Tag-banging toys hit me up 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 capping a piece and dissing tags for
Serious world-wide expression
So focus the mind, hit some and stop 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 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. hip-hop under threats of existing
B-Boy culture in violence, as purpose is drifting
So tag-banger afraid to be a real
Get schooled on roots and get that mission together

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

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