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

I try to block it out a bed sheet 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 through which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' father to come home
I'm 24 still for my father to come home
And some parents only they children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so could caught
And get touched, growing up shit's rough
a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't Bar Mitzvah's
We become men the first time our hits us
And we don't open up
Sister 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 some new
Whatever it for you to take the dollars out
If you don't intervene then there's a day turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm lunch for my first born
I had the wide open 'cause the weather's warm
when the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by half a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he get hit though
All please due to

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

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