Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs
Vision blurry, 'cus 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 workers miss him but it plays out
So many ways out the hood but no say out
Mental slave house where go off, I show off
up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off

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

Lookin' out of my project
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, the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 dollar
Sign of the here in New York
Hi satan, United Nations quietly
To own your soul, take it or it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, the girls karate
School sons not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, makes is in comparison
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
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, sing the tune

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

Another day, another dollar, my mother will
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 smokin' his kools

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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