Luyện nghe bài hát Spraypaint & Ink Pens

Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to write in every I think in
To a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...

Yes, ladies and
We have a special guest for you evening
Ghost, you

Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's best
This about a boy dealing with the older fellas
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs town like rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
Stacking too much loot to in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in
And his pops got killed debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox jump off the cases
No more cross-town, now he's them states and
new faces, not knowing who to trust
So the door kicked open they scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out
He got hit, dropped the cases spitting out of his mouth
He walked blocks to die trying to survive
And now all that's is his mom screaming "God Why?"

Uh, and ink pens
I use to in every color I think in
To paint a picture every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...

Yeah, yeah, let me by saying "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door and the bag under the floor
Not a peep, working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the cops seen the plates on his car
He felt like he been hustling so hard like a he pumped a cold heart
it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
He did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the he had
Left the and the ring in a slow exhale
Two went by, got a box in the mail
In the box was a bullet of gold
Melted down from the ring, recast two rings and a band
And he at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his in the picture on his side
With the ring on the finger on the that she died
As he looked in the reflection, at eyes so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it in his head like that

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to write in every color I in
To paint a picture every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...
Uh, yeah, uh

Fiasco!

You he didn't have enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the cells could rupture then they would die
Then the galaxy would but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't risk it, put the in the escape pod and kissed it
And told her goodbye, she to cry, but he knew if he could distract 'em
He could buy her some time and she could make it out
Turn the suit and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had one of the hands off
Damaged laser cannons and he got the system
And he faced the fleet, blood seeping through his teeth
The final saga in the seven wars
Unsheethed the sword and he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cracked glass
He let out a and then all she heard was a blast like

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to in every color I think in
To paint a picture with rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...

Yeah, ladies and
This has been a Fort production
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, and ink pens

It's an expression coming out of a can of paint
Look, the easiest way for the average kid to paint things using himself as the meaning of it
You gonna get into the gallery soon, man
Why? I'm not gonna be one day
Why do you say that?
it's true