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 side of the street, is Malone's Home and the
Other side's a library, try very hard to picture shit
Walk through I live at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you raise they kids at
you need half 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 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 both
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Twin American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' blisters on they hands
With chains from the rims
Pain strangles 'em from
the belt around the arm makes the veins stand at attention

I try to block it out a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain
I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I certain
'Cause the lenses through which she views life wasn't
As a boy she told me wait your father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to home
And some parents only they children when a whips brought
why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, growing up shit's rough
That's a big part of why so mixed up
Shit we don't Bar Mitzvah's
We become men the first our father hits us
And we don't gifts up
Regina from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks ain't she won't do to you
to be premium pussy now she used up
For same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff
it takes 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 fixing for my first born
I had the windows wide open 'cause the weather's
That's when the greatest hits of Donnie
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a away
Vaheem was in the window, he didn't get hit
All due to Allah

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

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