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 for the PJ's, y'all probably never heard of me
be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin' on a corner, watch you
Steal ya dope, ya coke, then snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the cash and the
Bows eye, I hold my breath when I
The reason you should ya breath 'cuz most thugs
When they and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left

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

I was born in the
So I rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the 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 the PJ's
The PJ's,

Before I was signed, I 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 to prison
And take a to Shyne
Peace, God from the to Ground Zero
It's a "Hard Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos playin' in every
You would rap was rock, the way I carry heavy metal

It such a shame, in ya veins, screamin' "Team Spirit"
Grippin' the like Kurt Cobain
In the projects God, nuttin' easy
deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy
Move a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi
Nah, it's the art of war, when you expected it
Wyclef the president, the PJ's 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 it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's,

Yeah and to the that said I wouldn't live
My remains would be under the Verizano Bridge
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 artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood it
Suburbia it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
in the PJ's, we underground like black markets

The 'P' stand for housing
The 'R's for respect that ya get ya hold down ya set
The for ounces that we flip into ki's
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 know the

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

I make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first in the PJ's
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