Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

(Brother
I its no different 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
side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit
Walk where I live at
Where parents are embarassed to you they raise they kids at
you some half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that
with Little 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 patient
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. both racin'
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart
And hoop dreamers ballin' with blisters on they
With chains from the rims
strangles 'em from within
Till' the belt around the arm makes the stand at attention

I try to it out with 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 I knew but I wasn't certain
'Cause the lenses which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to home
And some parents touch they children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, so they could caught
And get touched, growing up shit's rough
That's a big part of why were so up
Shit we don't Bar Mitzvah's
We become men the time our father hits us
And we don't open up
Sister Regina from across the street is
But for 50 bucks ain't she won't do to you
Used to be premium now she used up
For that same 50 bucks she got to do new stuff
Whatever it takes for you to the dollars out
If you don't then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first
I had the windows wide 'cause the weather's warm
That's when the greatest of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a shooting half a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he get hit though
All due to Allah

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

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes
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.)