Luyện nghe bài hát RFTC

You got a bag full of paint, a full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no
Like you high on that krylon running through 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 coast is you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all it
So that one there, is getting your all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the
Sky for the limits, blue for the down
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all
It's a good thing that you bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this like

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Run, run, run these
Run, run, run don't get
Run, run, run every piece

It wasn't enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot in the trash
You heard the footsteps, beatin hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's this
out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's the universe stopped
Cause looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, you run, run
And take a chance at some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he kinda young
The that might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me the fuck are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the holdin you
Already got a few cases you
But the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, call it
Too paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I you dropped this
Cause this cop up on hip hop

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