Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors kicked off, drunks off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that 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 slave house gats go off, I show 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 paper and breathe again
Plan to leave behind
So name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on

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

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

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 Nations taken
To own your soul, take it or leave it, just my

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

Might as be, laughin'
Malcolm 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 it, y'all sing the tune

out of my project 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 brother folla'
Pops was smooth, from his top to his
the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools

The pelican hat, this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the
I did my homework at the windows were speakers
life 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 'cus my imagination would run

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

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

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

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