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 expression and
Seventh and Hill, I to bus kill with snap and skill

Fake bus with all city access
and outsides going up was a must
Paying much from the Valle 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 like what you ese
But I'm not about beef just the and sketches
And respect is gained the flavor of you phlexin'

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

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

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

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

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