Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

I take a look the window and all I see is pain
Burnin' on my brain like some weird type of acid
Or a virus, it's that I can't explain
I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the

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

And the, the cops wanna the book
The kitchen sink, a cut and a left hook
How can I explain this battering that we
It the way I was raised, it was the way I was taught

And the streets is a
But I be growin' up like another
I say the bomb be the as I reflect on the past
my face, pressed against the glass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yankee Doodle to Jersey rollin' on some Dayton's
an Uzi under his seat so fools wouldn't take him
My homey had a sweeter than all the others
Went into the wrong hood, so they choked the

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

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