Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain, got no complaint
Like you high on krylon running through your veins
You look a war vet starin at them 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 your zone stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is your name all over it
Pull a can of sky for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing you didn't bring him along
Cause when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

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Run, run, run yards
Run, run, run get caught
Run, run, run piece understood

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

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