Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

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

Yo, if it wasn't for the PJ's, y'all never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef and a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin' on a corner, you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, snatch ya rope
Run for with the cash and the jewels
Bows eye, I my breath when I shoot
The reason you hold ya breath 'cuz most thugs
they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left

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

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

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

Before I was signed, I used to on the block
All I to do was rhyme, 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 Ground
It's a "Hard knock Life" but "The Come Out Tomorrow"
with a shadow through ghettos playin' in every borough
You would think rap was rock, the way I heavy metal

It a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin' "Team Spirit"
Grippin' the shottie Kurt Cobain
In the projects God, nuttin' come
Gotta with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy
Move like a professional, young thug
Wattchu thought this was Pepsi commercial?
Nah, it's the art of war, when you least it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's him

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

I gotta 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 that said I wouldn't
My remains would be under the Verizano Bridge
I'm alive teacher, so put ya theory to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might my death
no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the charted it
Suburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we afford it
'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground like black

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

I was born in the
So I gotta rep for the
The elevators with the pissy
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,

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