Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

I was in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the
The with the pissy hallways
Bangin' on the project all day

Yo, if it wasn't for the PJ's, y'all probably heard of me
be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef and what's a Fugee?"
I'd be standin' on a corner, watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then ya rope
Run for with the cash and the jewels
eye, I hold my breath when I shoot
The reason you hold ya breath 'cuz most thugs
When they breathe and shoot tecs, aim right but shoot left

Now they being swept off the surface
If you ain't B.I.G, you Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin' he holdin' heat
Someone him a bed for the permanent sleep
Weight Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass through the project slums
Another one in the column, son

I was born in the
So I rep for the PJ's
The elevators the pissy hallways
Bangin' on the project all day

I gotta noise for the PJ's
my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the
The PJ's,

Before I was signed, I used to on the block
All I to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I the blind man walk in a straight line to prison
And take a to Shyne
Peace, God from the PJ's to Zero
a "Hard knock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow ghettos playin' in every borough
You would think rap was rock, the way I heavy metal

It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, "Team Spirit"
the shottie like Kurt Cobain
In the projects God, come easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the
like a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi
Nah, it's the art of war, when you expected it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's him

I was born in the
So I gotta rep for the
The elevators the pissy hallways
on the project walls all day

I make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first in the PJ's
You can it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's,

Yeah and to the teachers said I wouldn't live
My remains would be found under the Bridge
Well I'm alive teacher, so put ya to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might my death
Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop
Before the in the Billboard, the hood charted it
bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground black markets

The 'P' for public housing
The 'R's for that ya get when ya hold down ya set
The for ounces that we flip into ki's
The 'J's for the handed by the jury
The 'E' is for at your own risk
You know the 'C', that's for the cats that's out to get
And the 'T', no one
And the 'S' for the you know the outcome

I was in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the
The elevators with the pissy
Bangin' on the project all day

I gotta make noise for the
Wrote my first rhyme in the
You can it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's,

Everyone wants to be a cowboy, at gunpoint
45 by my do he live