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 side of the street, is Malone's Funeral 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 they kids at
you need some and half of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck with Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked
In a location slanging 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. both racin'
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Cities' American heartland, and they
Been busy, tearing apart plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on they
chains danglin' from the rims
Pain 'em from within
Till' the around the arm makes the veins stand at attention

I try to block it out a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain
I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you I knew but I wasn't certain
'Cause the lenses through which she views life workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come
I'm 24 still for my father to come home
And some parents only touch they children when a brought
That's why bad do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, growing up shit's rough
a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar
We become men the time our father hits us
And we open gifts up
Sister from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks nothing she won't do to you
Used to be premium pussy now she up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do new stuff
Whatever it 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 lunch for my first born
I had the windows wide open the weather's warm
That's when the greatest hits of Donnie
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 that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman
I a picture of the spot well

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

I see all this the desk that I write my rhymes from
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
(outside my window, outside my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can feel the soul.)