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 on that krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at trains
It's you zen the fuck out
in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the most fit
Its that one there, has got your name all over 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 masses of with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's 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 piece understood

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

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