Luyện nghe bài hát Spraypaint & Ink Pens

Minor, Minor
Minor, Minor, Minor...

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...

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

Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the best storyteller
This about a young boy dealing with the older
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs across like rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
Stacking too much loot to in a shoe box
Saving, he his mom a crib in Atlanta
And his pops got through debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox off the suit cases
No more cross-town, now he's crossing 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 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 a picture with every rhyme that 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 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
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 so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both
He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had
Left the money and the ring in a slow
Two went by, got a box in the mail
In the box was a bullet of gold
Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a
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 on his side
With the ring on the finger on the that she died
As he looked in the reflection, at those so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his like that

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

Fiasco!

You know he didn't have power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the cells could rupture then they would die
the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the pod and kissed it
And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he if he could distract 'em
He buy her some time and she could make it out alive
Turn the suit and got prepared for the stand off
mind had blew one of the hands off
Damaged laser and he got the system jammed
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping his teeth
The final saga in the seven planet
Unsheethed the sword and then he charged
His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass
He let out a and then all she heard was a blast 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 been a Minor production
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, and ink pens

an expression 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 gonna get the gallery there soon, man
I'm not gonna be famous one day
Why do you say that?
it's true