Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, cops 'n
Sewers with foul blockage
The wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off

Doors kicked off, drunks off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in 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 store workers him but then it plays out
So many out the hood but no signs say out
slave house where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till time cut off

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

out of my project window
Oh, I feel
Lookin' out of my window
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 angels and
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up,

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

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

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

out of my project window
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 world for
And my brother should
Pops was smooth, his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his

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

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this
Every night the same melody, sounded so heavenly
But jail was of me, the speed and methenfedimines
what I should've done 'cus my imagination would run

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

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

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

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

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

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