Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your off
Crippled dope in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they are stories
Bet he's a mirror of that 70's era

He's finished for the of his life, till he fades 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, prison-ology talk, till time cut off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I look at room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell sounded so
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 become part of the out there
I used to stare, five stories
Basketball courts, shot up

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

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

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

Oh, I uninspired
out of, of my window
Oh I, so tired
Oh yeah, outta my

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