Luyện nghe bài hát Short Race

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

His mom's a drug addict, she has a bug
Was a day event, since she celebrated 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 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 gettin' on him, they do it for

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

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 poor

You want to store short 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 grass around his tombstone
His mother alone, her heart felt sorrow
No time to play with the precious we borrow

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

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

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

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 poor

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

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

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

this raw like a kitchen chore
That's a not chicken broth
Hold the pot with mittens on
Dicks kickin' in the
And went to me off like a lint ball

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

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

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