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 high on that krylon running through veins
You look a war vet starin at them trains
It's you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the
at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the most fit
Its like that one there, has got name all over it
So that one there, is your name all over it
a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
Nerves at blast, disturbin the 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 that you didn't him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this like

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Run, run, run yards
Run, run, run don't get
Run, run, run piece understood

It fast enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin
Are you gonna have to fight a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup 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 take a chance at getting from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda
The type 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 cool
What, where's the line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped
Cause cop grew up on hip hop

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