Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

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

Yo, if it wasn't for the PJ's, y'all probably heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef and a Fugee?"
I'd be standin' on a corner, watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then ya rope
Run for brokes the cash and the jewels
Bows eye, I hold my breath I shoot
The reason you should hold ya 'cuz most thugs
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, like he holdin' heat
Someone bring him a bed for the sleep
beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter the project slums
one in the obituary column, son

I was born in the
So I gotta rep for the
The elevators with the pissy
on the project 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 to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I the blind man walk in a straight line to prison
And take a message to
Peace, God from the to Ground Zero
It's a "Hard Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk a shadow through ghettos playin' in every borough
You would think rap was rock, the way I heavy metal

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

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

I make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my rhyme 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 under the Verizano 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 artist
the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it
Suburbia it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
in the PJ's, we underground like black markets

The 'P' stand for public
The 'R's for respect that ya get when ya down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into
The 'J's for the judgment 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 you know the outcome

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