Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a full 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 like you zen the out
Sittin in the bushes, all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the
Lookin at box cars
Focusing and notice one of the most fit
Its like that one there, has got your all over it
So that one there, is getting your name all 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 tips and fat
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all
It's a good thing you didn't bring him along
Cause when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

2X]

Run, run, run yards
Run, run, run get caught
Run, run, run every piece

It wasn't fast enough, a simple
Cornered in the lot hidin in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin
Are you have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's start
Puffin out your chest you wasn't in the garbage
And when the universe stopped
Cause your looking 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 kinda
The type that might beat ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the are you supposed to do
thinking about the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few cases you
But the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the line, can't call it
Too many fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you this
Cause this cop up on hip hop

2X]