Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
you high on that krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at them
It's you zen the fuck out
in the bushes, letting all the bugs 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 that one there, has got your name all it
So that one there, is getting your all over it
Pull a can of sky for the outline
Sky for the limits, for the down time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing you didn't bring him along
Cause that's you saw the flashlights singing this song like

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

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

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