Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
Like you high on that running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at trains
like you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at box cars
and notice one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all it
So one there, is getting your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
Nerves at blast, the masses 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 that you didn't bring him along
that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

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Run, run, run yards
Run, run, run get caught
Run, run, run every understood

It wasn't fast enough, a simple
Cornered in the lot hidin in the trash
You the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup start this
Puffin out chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe
Cause your looking at a uniformed officer
you think, should you run, run
And a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, 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 the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few over you
But the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped
this cop grew up on hip hop

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