Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

I was born in the
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
be like, "Who the hell is Wyclef and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin' on a corner, you approach
ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope
Run for brokes with the and the jewels
Bows eye, I hold my when I shoot
The you should hold ya breath 'cuz most thugs
they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left

Now they flesh being swept off the
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 Latter and the Aftermath
Don't matter if you use a eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project
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 project 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,

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 from the to Ground Zero
It's a "Hard Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a shadow through ghettos in every borough
You would think rap was rock, the way I carry metal

It such a shame, in ya veins, screamin' "Team Spirit"
Grippin' the shottie like Cobain
In the projects God, nuttin' easy
deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy
Move a professional, young thug funeral
thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
Nah, the art of war, when you least 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 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,

Yeah and to the teachers that said I wouldn't
My remains would be found the Verizano Bridge
Well I'm alive teacher, so put ya theory to
I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my
no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood it
Suburbia it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it
'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground like markets

The 'P' stand for housing
The for respect that ya get when ya hold down ya set
The 'O's for ounces that we flip into
The 'J's for the judgment handed by the
The 'E' is for enter at 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 with the pissy 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,

Everyone to be a cowboy, [Incomprehensible] at gunpoint
45 by my do he live