Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket Full of Fatcaps

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

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

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

Not by capping a piece and tags for attention
Serious world-wide expression
So the mind, hit some surface and stop trippin'
Pocket 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 hood could mean your day
Most every set has a and every block has a mad set
With sick evil fools who love to see blood-hit

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

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

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