Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

(Brother
I guess its no different from any place else in the world man, I look out my i see the whole thing.
One of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the
Other a library, try very hard to picture this shit
through where I live at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise kids at
you need some half and half of an 8-ball, you can get
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 smokers are both
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. both racin'
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin Cities' American heartland, and
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart
And hoop dreamers with blisters on they hands
With chains danglin' the rims
Pain 'em from within
Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins at attention

I try to block it out with a bed the moonlight's as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I certain
'Cause the lenses which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come
And some parents only touch 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 so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar
We become men the time our father hits us
And we don't gifts up
Sister Regina from across the 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 take the out
If you don't intervene there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first born
I had the wide open 'cause the weather's warm
That's when the greatest hits of Hathaway
Got interrupted by a shooting half a block away
was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due to

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

I see all this from the desk I write 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 scribble on it's own my numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman
I a picture of the spot...well
(outside my window, my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can just feel the soul.)