Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a flesh
in fifth gear, imagination rampage
My brothers is walking through 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 save enough and I'm wrapped too tight, uhh
in the pistol, suckin' on some 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' slowly, slowly, goin' down

I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, lookin'
are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar, yeah
Rollin' in the and it's not mine but
That's alright, I still feel fine

Now I'm strapped with but my mind and a screwdriver
twenty seconds at your skills like MacGyver
And I can anything that I wanna take
But when you and push 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 wouldn't him
My homey had a sweeter than all the others
Went into the wrong hood, so they the motherfucker

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

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