Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was born in the
So I gotta rep for the
The with the pissy hallways
Bangin' on the walls all day

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

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

The 'P' stand for public
The 'R's for respect that ya get when ya down ya set
The 'O's for ounces we flip into ki's
The for the judgment handed by the jury
The 'E' is for enter at your own
You know the 'C', that's for the that's out to get rich
And the 'T', no one
And the 'S' for the snitchers you the outcome

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

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

Everyone to be a cowboy, [Incomprehensible] at gunpoint
45 by my do he live