Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

He's runnin' in a short race, shoelace
down, facial expression he can't hide
Kid with no direction, confused
A victim who spent being abused

His mom's a addict, she has a bug habit
Was a seven day event, since she the Sabbath
But she back slid, or that's what the did
She used to shoot up under her sleeves, the hid

A long time ago, the father the picture
And as went on, he was erased from the scripture
The son, he have much to treasure
And these kids be gettin' on him, they do it for pleasure

Demons are growin' inside him
Way he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had a shell
Was a whole new by the time the bricks fell

It's a short race, duck the dates
The pork gave chase, we had to walk
You know the forte, nigga, it's a
Or should I say a trait?

You to store very short cake
Estate, behind the gate, NY State, why
You tryin' to get paid by the
In each state and do the at high pace

Under the dirt, there was nothin' left but
A lot of tall grass his tombstone
His mother left alone, her heart felt
No time to play with the precious we borrow

They live door, but he was worlds away
In reality, but such a price to pay
He was easy to recognize from his dress
Nothin' but a about to explode

A short fuse who was bound to in the struggle
His grandparents went through a deal of trouble
To keep him out of jail, they put they house on sale
To post bail, but the kid failed

I remember when he called from behind bars
from two injuries and nine scars
He said he'd anythin' to be out the pen
But it would be his permanent until the end

It's a short race, the court dates
The gave chase, we had to walk straight
You the forte, nigga, it's a portrait
Or I say a poor trait?

You want to store very short
Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait?
You tryin' to get paid by the
In each and do the shit at high pace

Wait, I got to get
With a of French fries, not kid sized
Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's
Is it the vines? Watch like a

rocks with my pitchin' arm
More bricks than the Knicks is on, I'm sittin' on
Shittin' on your boss, written off
I'm lickin' off the top like a different source

Rippin' this raw a kitchen chore
That's a block not chicken
Hold the pot with your on
Dicks in the door
And went to pick me off a lint ball

out the fifth floor, it's a pit fall
When I hit the lawn, shit, it like a jigsaw
Rather get hit at the board, then to get
Went to court, got shipped off a brick of soft

a short race, duck the court dates
The gave chase, we had to walk straight
You know the forte, nigga, it's a
Or should I say a poor

You want to store very short
Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait?
You to get paid by the lake
In each state and do the shit at high