Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, cops 'n
Sewers flooded foul blockage
The gutter's and every child watches
top locks with ripped off hinges

Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your off
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they are stories
Bet a mirror image of that 70's era

He's finished for the rest of his life, he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it out
So many ways out the hood but no say out
Mental slave house where go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they cut off

You should chill if you short, prepare a deep
To hit the again, get it on
Get this paper and again
to leave somethin' behind
So your name'll live on, no matter what the lives on

Lookin' out of my project
Oh, I feel
Lookin' out of my window
Oh, it makes me feel, so

Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words are the
Light it up, make a wish and them angels grant you
once tried but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up,

Now dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
where you walk, 2 dollar fine
Sign of the times here in New
Hi satan, United Nations taken
To own soul, take it or leave it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, the girls karate
School your not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this mass
If we get in control fast

Might as well be,
With X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain from a Erickson
Words are the medicine, two for goons
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the

Lookin' out of my project
Oh, I uninspired
out of my project window
Oh, it me feel, so tired

day, another dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the world for
And my should folla'
Pops was smooth, from his top to his
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played his kools

The pelican hat, picture this yo, cat
He his music in the back of the crib
I did my homework at the windows were speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, people
'Cus somebody pulled a out

So I look at this room, I'm to this tune
night the same melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines
what I should've done 'cus my imagination would run

I was to get out
And become part of the noise out
I used to stare, stories down
courts, shot up playgrounds

And I witnessed the murders and shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, and fo-fos
This was the life of kid
out project windows

Oh, my window
Lookin' out of my project
Oh, it makes me feel, so
Lookin' out of my window

Oh, I feel
out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so
Lookin' out of my project

Oh, I uninspired
Starin out of, of my
Oh I, so tired
Oh yeah, my window

Oh, out, lookin' out
Lookin' out my window, oh
Makes me, so tired
my window, out my project window
Lord, I feel,