Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

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

Yo, if it wasn't for the PJ's, y'all probably never of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef and a Fugee?"
I'd probably be on a corner, watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, snatch ya rope
Run for with the cash and the jewels
Bows eye, I hold my breath when I
The reason you should hold ya breath 'cuz most
When they 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
bring him a bed for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob's and the Aftermath
Don't if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter 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
on the project walls all day

I gotta make noise for the
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 move on the
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme,
Line for line, I make the blind man in a straight line to prison
And a message to Shyne
Peace, God from the to Ground Zero
It's a "Hard knock Life" but "The Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos playin' in every
You would think rap was rock, the way I heavy metal

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

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 the PJ's
The PJ's,

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

The 'P' stand for public
The 'R's for that ya get when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we into ki's
The for the judgment 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 in the PJ's
So I rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy
Bangin' on the walls all day

I make noise for the PJ's
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