Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
you high on that krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at trains
It's like you zen the out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until zone stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its like that one there, has got name all over it
So that one there, is getting name all over it
Pull a can of sky for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing 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 get caught
Run, run, run piece understood

It wasn't fast enough, a catch
Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the
You the footsteps, heart beatin hard
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 the universe stopped
Cause your straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, you run, run
And take a chance at getting some from his gun
That ain't one on one, he look kinda young
The type that might beat ass just for fun, huh
So tell me the fuck are you supposed to do
thinking about the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few cases you
But then the police man says, no cool
What, where's the line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta it
He handed you bag and said here, I think you dropped this
Cause cop grew up on hip hop

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