Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

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

You should chill if you short, a deep thought
To hit the again, get it on
Get this paper and 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
Lookin' out of my project
Oh, it makes me feel, so

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

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

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

as well be, laughin'
With X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead from a
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all the tune

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

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

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

So I at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, sounded so heavenly
But was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's 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, five down
Basketball courts, up playgrounds

And I witnessed the and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, and fo-fos
was the life of every kid
Lookin' out windows

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

Oh, I uninspired
out of my project window
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
me, feel so tired
Outta my window, out my window
Lord, I feel,