Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

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

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

A long time ago, the father the picture
And as time went on, he was erased the scripture
The son, he have much to treasure
And kids that be gettin' on him, they do it for pleasure

Demons are gradually inside him
Way before he ever knew the would divide him
A wall around himself had a shell
Was a whole new by the time the bricks fell

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

You to store very short cake
Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait?
You tryin' to get paid by the
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 sorrow
No time to play with the precious we borrow

They next door, but he was worlds away
In reality, but a high price to pay
He was to recognize from his dress code
Nothin' but a firework to explode

A short who was bound 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 post bail, but the kid still

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

You want to store very short
Estate, the gate, NY State, why wait?
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
fives, I give off a pimp's vibe
Is it the vines? like a sitcom

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

Rippin' raw like a kitchen chore
a block not chicken broth
Hold the pot with mittens on
kickin' in the door
And to pick me off like a lint ball

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

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