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 high on krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet at them trains
like you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the
Lookin at box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its like one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting your name all it
Pull a can of sky blue for the
Sky for the limits, blue for the time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you didn't bring him
Cause when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

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Run, run, run these
Run, run, run get caught
Run, run, run every piece

It wasn't enough, a simple catch
in the parking lot hidin in the trash
You the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup start this
Puffin out your chest like you in the garbage
And when the universe stopped
Cause looking straight at a uniformed officer
you think, should you run, run
And take a at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, he look kinda young
The type that might beat your ass for fun, huh
So tell me what the are you supposed to do
Already about the cuffs holdin 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 fumes, musta lost it
He handed you bag and said here, I think you dropped this
Cause cop grew up on hip hop

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