Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a full of brain
No snow, no rain, got no complaint
Like you high on that krylon through your veins
You look like a war vet at them trains
It's like you zen the out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the out
One smoke one beer, the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its like one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is your name all over it
a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the with you all summer
It's a good thing you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights this song like

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Run, run, run yards
Run, run, run don't get
Run, run, run every piece

It wasn't enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin
Are you gonna have to with a trainyard guard?
You out on some, yup let's start this
Puffin out chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And when the universe stopped
Cause your straight at a uniformed officer
you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting some his stunt gun
That one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me the fuck are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the holdin you
Already got a few over you
But then the police man says, no it's
What, where's the punch line, call it
Too many paint fumes, musta it
He handed you your bag and here, I think you dropped this
Cause cop grew up on hip hop

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