Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
Like you on that krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at them
It's you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and one of the ones most 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, for the down time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been 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 fast enough, a catch
in the parking lot hidin in the trash
You the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you gonna have to with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's start
Puffin out chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And when the universe stopped
Cause your 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, plus he look young
The type might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you to do
Already about the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few over you
But then the man says, no it's cool
What, the punch line, can't call it
Too many fumes, musta lost it
He you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this
this cop grew up on hip hop

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