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 off hinges

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

He's for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor workers miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the but no signs say out
Mental slave house where gats go off, I off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till time cut off

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

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

Yo, if piano's the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and angels will grant you
Impatient once but in those 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 Nations taken
To own your soul, it or leave it, just my evaluation

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

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

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 will
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my should folla'
Pops was smooth, his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he smokin' his kools

The pelican hat, picture yo, seventies cat
He wrote his in the back of the crib
I did my homework at night the windows speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, screamin'
somebody pulled a knife out

So I at this room, I'm hooked to this 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 'cus my imagination 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 the murders and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
This was the of every kid
out project windows

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

Oh, I feel
out of my project 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, outta my

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