Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, 'n projects
Sewers flooded with blockage
The gutter's wild and every child
Changin top locks with off hinges

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stack and guns, teach the girls karate
School your sons not to 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 be, laughin'
With Malcolm X's as we die slow
Perishin', dead from a Erickson
are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune

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

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

The pelican hat, this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the
I did my homework at night the windows were
Pumpin' life out a fight, people
somebody pulled a knife out

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

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

And I witnessed the murders and police
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
This was the life of kid
out project windows

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

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

Oh, I feel
Starin out of, of my
Oh I, feel so
Oh yeah, my window

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