Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

I was in the PJ's
So I rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the hallways
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, watch you
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the cash and the
Bows eye, I hold my breath when I
The reason you should hold ya breath 'cuz most
When they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot

Now they flesh being off the surface
If you ain't B.I.G, you ain't
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 eagle as armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter the project slums
Another one in the column, son

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

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

I was signed, I used to move on the block
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme,
Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line to
And take a to Shyne
Peace, God the PJ's to Ground Zero
a "Hard knock Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos in every 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 God, nuttin' come easy
Gotta with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy
Move like a professional, young funeral
Wattchu thought this was Pepsi commercial?
Nah, it's the art of war, when you least it
Wyclef the president, the elected him

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

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

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

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

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

wants to be a cowboy, [Incomprehensible] at gunpoint
45 by my side do he