Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

(Brother
I guess its no different any place else 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 hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise kids at
you need some half and of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck with Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' but a vocation
And the sellers, and the are both patient
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. both racin'
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Cities' American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart
And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on hands
With chains from the rims
Pain strangles 'em within
Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at

I try to block it out a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I but I wasn't certain
the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come
And some parents only they children when a whips brought
That's why bad do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, this growing up shit's
a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar
We become men the first time our hits us
And we open gifts up
Sister Regina from across the street is
But for 50 bucks ain't she won't do to you
to be premium pussy now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do new stuff
Whatever it takes for you to take the out
If you don't intervene then a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of I'm fixing lunch for my first born
I had the windows wide 'cause the weather's warm
That's when the hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by half a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he get hit though
All please due to

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

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

I see all this from the desk that I my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my numb
But you can call me urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a of the spot...well
(outside my window, my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can just feel the soul.)