Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
Like you high on that krylon running your veins
You look like a war vet at them trains
It's you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the out
One one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at scarred box
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its like that one there, has got your all over it
So that one there, is your name all over it
Pull a can of sky for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the time
at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
a good thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's you saw the flashlights singing this song like

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Run, run, run these
Run, run, run don't get
Run, run, run every piece

It wasn't fast enough, a simple
Cornered in the parking lot in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin
Are you gonna have to fight a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup start this
Puffin out your like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the stopped
Cause looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, you run, run
And take a at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda
The type that might beat your ass for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you to do
Already thinking about the cuffs you
got a few cases over you
But the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, can't it
Too many paint fumes, lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped
Cause cop grew up on hip hop

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