Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, if this piano's the cake my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them angels grant you
Impatient once tried but in those angels and
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 quietly taken
To own your soul, take it or it, just my evaluation

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

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

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

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

So I look at room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me, the and methenfedimines
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 stories
Basketball courts, up playgrounds

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

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

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

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

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