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 of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the
side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you raise they kids at
you some half 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 where slanging crack 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. they racin'
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin Cities' heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart
And hoop dreamers with blisters on they hands
With chains danglin' from the
Pain 'em from within
the belt around the arm makes the veins 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 yeah I 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 home
I'm 24 still for my father to come home
And some parents only touch they children when a brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they caught
And get touched, this growing up shit's
That's a big part of why so mixed up
Shit we don't have Bar
We become men the first time our father us
And we don't open up
Sister Regina from the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she do to you
Used to be premium pussy now she up
For that same 50 she got to do some new stuff
Whatever it for you to take the dollars out
If you don't intervene there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my born
I had the wide open 'cause the weather's warm
That's when the hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a away
Vaheem was in the window, he get hit though
All due to Allah

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 me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a of the spot well

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