Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
Like you high on krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at them
It's like you zen the out
Sittin in the bushes, all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at scarred box
and notice one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all 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 little 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 get caught
Run, run, run every understood

It wasn't fast enough, a simple
Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the
You heard the footsteps, beatin hard
Are you have to fight 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
Cause your 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 your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me the fuck are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the cuffs you
Already got a few over you
But then the police man says, no it's
What, where's the line, can't call it
Too paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and here, I think you dropped this
Cause this cop up on hip hop

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