Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head of brain
No snow, no rain, got no complaint
Like you on that krylon running through your veins
You look a war vet starin at them trains
It's like you zen the out
in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at box cars
Focusing and one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your 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 time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights this song like

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Run, run, run yards
Run, run, run get caught
Run, run, run every understood

It wasn't fast enough, a catch
Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the
You heard the footsteps, heart hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard
You stepped out on some, yup start this
Puffin out your chest you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe
Cause looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, you run, run
And take a at getting some from his stunt gun
ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me the fuck are you supposed to do
Already thinking the cuffs holdin you
got a few cases over you
But then the police man says, no it's
What, the punch line, can't call it
Too paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you bag and said here, I think you dropped this
Cause this cop up on hip hop

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