Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

(Brother
I guess its no from any place else in the world man, I look out my window i see the whole thing.
One side of the street, is Funeral 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 kids at
you some half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney and you'll get all of your cracked
In a location where slanging crack rock is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a
And the sellers, and the smokers are patient
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both
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
chains danglin' from the rims
Pain 'em from within
the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention

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

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

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

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