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 like you zen the 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 scarred box
Focusing and one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all 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 down
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
a good thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the singing this song like

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

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

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