Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

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

His mom's a 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 to shoot up under her sleeves, the track hid

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

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

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

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

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

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

A short fuse who was to lose in the struggle
His grandparents went through a great deal of
To him out of jail, they even put they house on sale
To bail, but the kid still failed

I remember he called collect from behind bars
Sufferin' 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 should I say a poor

You want to store very cake
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
a side of French fries, not kid sized
Sixes fives, I off a pimp's vibe
Is it the vines? Watch a sitcom

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

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

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

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

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