Luyện nghe bài hát Spraypaint & Ink Pens

Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

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

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

Yo, I verbally pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller
This about a young boy with the older fellas
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs across town rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, Nikes and
Stacking too much loot to in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in
And his pops got killed through debt, he was a
So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases
No more cross-town, now he's crossing them and
Seeing new faces, not who to trust
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, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his
He four blocks to die trying to survive
And now all that's is his mom screaming "God Why?"

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

Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the up!"
Let my begin by saying I think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the and found 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
the lot, hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car
He felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold
Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by parts
He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money 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 of gold
Melted down the ring, recast with two rings and a band
And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his
And sat down next to a that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his
With the ring on the finger on the week that she
As he in the reflection, at those eyes so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his like that

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in color I think in
To paint a picture with every rhyme 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 thrusters to Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could then they would die
the galaxy 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 told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he 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 had blew one of the hands off
Damaged laser cannons and he got the system
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his
The final saga in the planet wars
Unsheethed the sword and then he forward
His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass
He let out a laugh and then all she was a blast like

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

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

Uh, and ink pens

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