Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

I take a look thru the and all I see is pain
Burnin' on my brain like weird type of acid rain
Or a virus, it's something that I explain
I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the

As the of these hard heads in my hood
I'm livin' foul even Momma raised me good
Everywhere I it and everywhere I look
Everybody that I is livin' like a crook

And the, the cops wanna the book
The kitchen sink, a upper cut and a left
How can I explain battering that we caught
It wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was

And the streets is a
But I be growin' up like sucker
I say the be the last as I reflect on the past
With my face, against the glass

Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'

In thru the window, a silhouette
Beads of sweat and the of my hand is still wet
So put the safety on the tek because this hasn't started yet
So yesterdays I can't forget

And now it's night time but it seem day time
Helicopter lights makin' the bud light like sunshine on my
Crack addicts, kids with
Thugs who want static and those who had it

Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a cage
Mind in fifth gear, rampage
My brothers is walking night like a thief in the night
strikes you're out because the color's not right

And all I ask is "Why we and fight?"
And try to save enough right and I'm too tight, uhh
Blowin' in the pistol, suckin' on indo, lookin' thru the window
And all I see, uhh

Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down

I'm hittin' on the boulevard, lookin' hard
Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar,
Rollin' in the ride and not mine but
That's alright, 'cos I feel fine

Now I'm strapped with nothin' but my mind and a
Gimme seconds at your skills like MacGyver
And I can anything that I wanna take
But when you slip and your fate,
I'm parlayin' off your paper like I'm

Yankee Doodle to Jersey rollin' on some Dayton's
Kept an Uzi under his seat so fools take him
My homey had a sweeter than all the others
into the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker

That's how it goes, yeah, and that's how it feels,
New Jersey is for real
how it goes and that's how it feels
New Drive is for real

Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down