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 paint a picture with every rhyme that I in
Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, let me begin by "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think this man what he had in store
He opened the door and found the bag under the
Not a peep, always a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
Open the box and take off out the of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't the plates on his car
He felt like he been so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool like 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
the money and the ring in a slow exhale
Two went by, got a box in the mail
In the box was a bullet made of
Melted down from the ring, with two rings and a band
And he at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat down to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the on his side
With the ring on the finger on the week that she
As he looked in the reflection, at those so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head like

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to write in color I think in
To paint a picture with 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 suffer 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 started to cry, but he knew if he could 'em
He could buy her some time and she could make it out
Turn the around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had blew one of the off
Damaged laser cannons and he got the jammed
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his
The final saga in the seven planet
the sword and then he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit
He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a like

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

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

Uh, spraypaint and ink

It's an coming out of a simple 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 there soon, man
Why? I'm not be famous one day
Why do you always say
Cause it's