Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a head of brain
No snow, no rain, got no complaint
Like you high on that running through your veins
You look 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 box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones 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 for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these tips and fat caps
Thinking your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you didn't bring him
Cause when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

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Run, run, run yards
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 the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard
You out on some, yup let's start this
Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the
And that's when the universe
Cause looking straight at a uniformed officer
you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting from his stunt gun
ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat your ass for fun, huh
So me what 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, the punch line, can't call 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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