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 running through your veins
You like a war vet starin at them trains
like you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the 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 one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all
a good thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song

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

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 stepped out on some, yup start this
Puffin out your chest like you in the garbage
And that's when the stopped
your looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, you run, run
And take a chance at some from his stunt gun
ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the are you supposed to do
Already thinking the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few over you
But then the man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, can't it
Too many paint fumes, lost it
He you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this
this cop grew up on hip hop

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