Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of
No snow, no rain, got no complaint
Like you high on that krylon through your veins
You like a war vet starin at them trains
like you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the out
One one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at scarred box
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its like that one there, has got name all over it
So one there, is getting your name all over it
a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, for the down time
Nerves at blast, the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the singing this song like

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

It fast 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 stepped out on some, yup let's this
Puffin out your like you wasn't in the garbage
And when the universe stopped
your looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, you run, run
And take a chance at getting some his stunt gun
That one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you to do
Already thinking about the holdin you
Already got a few cases you
But then the police man says, no it's
What, the punch line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you this
this cop grew up on hip hop

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