Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They live next door, but he was worlds
In reality, but such a price to pay
He was easy to from his dress code
Nothin' but a firework to explode

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

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

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

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

Wait, I got to get
With a side of fries, not kid sized
Sixes fives, I give off a vibe
Is it the vines? Watch a sitcom

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

Rippin' this raw like a kitchen
That's a block not chicken
the pot with your mittens on
Dicks kickin' in the
And went to pick me off like a lint

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

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