Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

(Brother
I guess its no different any place else 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 a library, try very hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I 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 fuckin' but a vocation
And the sellers, and the smokers are both
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds apart plans
And hoop ballin' with blisters on they hands
chains danglin' from the rims
Pain 'em from within
Till' the belt around the arm makes the stand at attention

I try to block it out with a bed sheet the as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I certain
'Cause the lenses through which she views wasn't workin'
As a boy she me wait till' your father 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 of why were so mixed up
we don't have Bar Mitzvah's
We men the first time our father hits us
And we don't open up
Regina from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks nothing she won't 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 then there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my born
I had the windows wide open the weather's warm
That's when the greatest of Donnie Hathaway
Got by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he didn't get hit
All due to Allah

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 modern Norman Rockwell
I paint a of the spot well

I see all this from the desk that I write my 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

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 a picture of the spot...well
(outside my window, outside my room. Outside my window, outside my room,i can just the soul.)