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 I speak in
Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...

Yes, and gentlemen
We have a special guest for you this
Ghost, you

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

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

Yeah, yeah, let me by saying "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think 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
Open the box and off out the back of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the hadn't seen the plates on his car
He felt like he been so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the on his chain attached by both parts
He did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the he had
Left the money and the in a slow exhale
Two weeks went by, got a box in the
In the box was a bullet made of
Melted down from the ring, recast two rings and a band
And he at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a picture sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the 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 in a gun and put it right in his head like that

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in every 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 know he didn't have enough power in his to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then would die
Then the would suffer but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
And her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he could distract 'em
He could buy her some time and she make it out alive
the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had one of the hands off
laser cannons and he got the system jammed
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping his teeth
The final in the seven planet wars
Unsheethed the sword and then he forward
His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass
He let out a laugh and all she heard was a blast like

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

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

Uh, and ink pens

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