Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
Like you on that krylon running through your veins
You look a war vet starin 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 your zone stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones 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, 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 thing 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 piece understood

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

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