Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another day, another dollar, my mother holla
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my brother should
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 wrote his in the back of the crib
I did my homework at the windows were speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, people
'Cus somebody a knife 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 what I should've 'cus my imagination would run

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

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

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

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

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

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