Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

(Brother
I guess its no different from any place in the world man, I look out my window i see the whole thing.
One of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the
Other side's a library, try very hard to this shit
through where I live at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise kids at
you need half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney and get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation
And the sellers, and the smokers are both
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin Cities' heartland, and they
busy, masterminds tearing apart plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on hands
With chains danglin' from the
Pain strangles 'em within
Till' the belt around the arm makes the stand at attention

I try to block it out with a bed sheet the as a curtain
'Cause I'm not by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't
'Cause the lenses through which she views wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait your father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my to come home
And some only touch they children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they caught
And get touched, this growing up rough
That's a big part of why were so up
we don't have Bar Mitzvah's
We men the first time our father hits us
And we don't gifts up
Sister Regina across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she do to you
Used to be pussy now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do new stuff
Whatever it takes for you to the dollars out
If you don't intervene there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first
I had the windows wide open 'cause the weather's
That's when the greatest of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he didn't get hit
All please due to

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes
Pen starts to scribble on own my minds numb
But you can call me urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the spot

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds
But you can call me urban Norman Rockwell
I a picture of the spot well

I see all from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on own my minds numb
But you can me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I a picture of the spot...well
(outside my window, outside my room. my window, outside my room,i can just feel the soul.)