Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

He's runnin' in a race, shoelace untied
down, facial expression he can't hide
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 used to shoot up under her sleeves, the 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 much to
And these that be gettin' on him, they do it for pleasure

Demons are gradually growin' him
Way before he ever the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had 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 walk
You know the forte, nigga, it's a
Or should I say a trait?

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

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

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

A fuse who was bound to lose in the struggle
His went through a great 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 collect from behind bars
Sufferin' from two injuries and nine
He said give anythin' to be out the pen
But it would be his permanent until the end

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

You want to 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

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

Throwin' with my pitchin' arm
More bricks than when the Knicks is on, I'm 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 broth
Hold the pot with your on
Dicks in the door
And went to pick me off a lint ball

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

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

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