Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

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

His a drug addict, she has a bug habit
Was a day event, since she celebrated the Sabbath
But she back slid, or what the crack did
She used to shoot up her sleeves, the track hid

A long ago, the father left the picture
And as time went on, he was erased from the
The son, he don't much to treasure
And these kids be gettin' on him, they do it for pleasure

are gradually growin' inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts divide him
A around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person by the time the bricks

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

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

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

They live door, but he was worlds away
In reality, but a high price to pay
He was easy to recognize from his code
Nothin' but a firework about to

A short who was bound to lose in the struggle
His grandparents went through a great of trouble
To keep him out of jail, they even put they on sale
To post bail, but the kid still

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

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

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

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

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

Rippin' this raw like a chore
That's a block not broth
the pot with your mittens on
Dicks in the door
And to pick me off like a lint ball

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

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

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