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, confused
A victim who years being abused

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

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

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

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

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 at high pace

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

They live next door, but he was away
In reality, but a high price to pay
He was easy to recognize from his code
Nothin' but a firework about to

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

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

a short 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, the gate, NY State, why wait?
You to get paid by the lake
In each state and do the shit at high

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

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

Rippin' this raw a kitchen chore
That's a block not broth
Hold the pot your mittens on
Dicks in the door
And went to me off like a lint ball

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

It's a short race, duck the dates
The pork gave chase, we had to walk
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 tryin' to get paid by the
In each and do the shit at high pace