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 of the street, is Malone's Funeral Home and the
Other side's a library, try very hard to picture this
Walk through where I at
Where are embarassed to tell you they raise they kids at
you need some half and of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck Little Rodney and you'll get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where slanging crack rock is not as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation
And the sellers, and the are both patient
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. both racin'
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin Cities' heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing apart
And hoop dreamers ballin' with on they hands
chains danglin' from the rims
Pain strangles 'em from
Till' the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at

I try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a
'Cause I'm not by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy you yeah I knew but I wasn't certain
the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your to come home
I'm 24 waitin' for my father to come home
And some only touch they children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could
And get touched, growing up shit's rough
That's a big part of why were so up
Shit we don't have Bar
We become men the first time our hits us
And we open gifts up
Sister Regina from the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't nothing she do to you
to be premium pussy now she used up
For that 50 bucks she got to do some 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 for my first born
I had the wide open 'cause the weather's warm
That's when the greatest of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting a block away
was in the window, he didn't 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 numb
But you can call me modern urban Rockwell
I a picture of the spot 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 call me urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the spot

I see all this from the desk that I my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on own my minds numb
But you can call me 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.)