Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, your beard off
dope fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are
Bet he's a mirror image of 70's era

finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but it plays out
So ways out the hood 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, prepare a deep
To hit the again, get it on
Get this and breathe again
to leave somethin' behind
So your live on, no matter what the game lives on

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

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

Now dismantled, think the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 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 girls
School your sons not to hate but to awake
'Cus the a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas on this whole mass
If we get in control fast

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

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

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

The pelican hat, picture this yo, cat
He wrote his music in the back of the
I did my homework at night the windows were
life out a fight, people screamin'
'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 and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done my imagination would run

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

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

Oh, outta my
out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so
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, out, lookin' out
out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, so tired
Outta my window, out my project
Lord, I feel,