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 krylon running your veins
You like a war vet starin at them trains
It's you zen the fuck 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
Focusing and notice one of the most fit
Its like that one there, has got name all over it
So that one there, is your name 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 rats with these thin 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 that's when you saw the flashlights this song like

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

It wasn't enough, a simple catch
in the parking lot hidin in the trash
You heard the footsteps, beatin hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard
You stepped out on some, yup let's this
Puffin out your chest like you in the garbage
And when the universe stopped
Cause your looking straight at a uniformed
you think, should you run, run
And a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he kinda young
The type that might beat your ass for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you to do
thinking about the cuffs 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 many paint fumes, musta it
He handed you bag and said here, I think you dropped this
this cop grew up on hip hop

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