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 like a war vet starin at them trains
It's you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at box cars
Focusing and notice one of the most fit
Its that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting your 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 with these thin and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good that you didn't bring him along
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 understood

It wasn't fast enough, a simple
in the parking lot hidin in the trash
You the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard
You out on some, yup let's start this
out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the stopped
Cause your looking at a uniformed officer
you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look young
The type that might your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you to do
Already thinking about the cuffs you
Already got a few over you
But then the police man says, no cool
What, where's the punch line, 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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