Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of
No snow, no rain, got no complaint
you high 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 is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and one of the ones most fit
Its that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting name all over it
a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you bring him along
that's 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 every understood

It wasn't fast enough, a simple
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 wasn't in the
And when the universe stopped
Cause your looking straight at a officer
What you think, you run, run
And a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda
The type that might 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 cases you
But then the police man says, no cool
What, where's the punch line, call it
Too paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I you dropped this
this cop grew up on hip hop

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