Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

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

I try to block it out with a bed sheet the as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't
'Cause the lenses which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she me wait till' your father to come home
I'm 24 still for my father to come home
And some parents only touch they children a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they caught
And get touched, this growing up rough
a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't 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 premium now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do new stuff
it takes for you to take the dollars out
If you don't intervene then there's a day turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my born
I had the windows wide open the weather's warm
That's when the greatest of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by half a block away
was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due to

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

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

I see all from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern 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.)