Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in stare
Vision blurry, buried deep in they mind are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that era

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

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

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

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

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

Stack and guns, teach the girls karate
your sons not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in
To the gas left on whole mass
If we don't get in control

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

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

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

The pelican hat, this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his in the back of the crib
I did my homework at the windows were speakers
Pumpin' out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus somebody a knife out

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

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

And I witnessed the murders and shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
This was the life of kid
Lookin' out windows

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

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

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

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