Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stack loot and guns, teach the karate
School your sons not to hate but to stay
the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas on this whole mass
If we don't get in fast

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

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

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

The pelican hat, this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the
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 hooked to tune
Every night the same melody, hell so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me, the speed and
Reading's I should've done 'cus my imagination would run

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

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

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

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

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

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