Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

live next 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 fuse who was bound to lose in the struggle
His grandparents went a great deal of trouble
To keep him out of jail, even put they house on sale
To post bail, but the kid still

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

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

You to store very short cake
Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait?
You tryin' to get by the lake
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 pimp's
Is it the Watch like a sitcom

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

Rippin' this raw like a kitchen
That's a not chicken broth
the pot with your mittens on
Dicks kickin' in the
And went to pick me off like a 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, to get tossed
Went to court, got shipped off a brick of soft

It's a short race, 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 cake
Estate, behind the gate, NY State, why
You tryin' to get paid by the
In each state and do the shit at high