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 rain
Or a virus, it's something that I explain
I use to be different but now it seems I'm the same

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

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

And the is a motherfucker
But I be growin' up like another
I say the bomb be the last as I reflect on the
With my face, pressed against the

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

In nightfall the window, a silhouette
Beads of and the palm of my hand is still wet
So put the safety on the tek this shootin' hasn't started yet
So many yesterdays I 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 static and those who already had it

of a spirit, trapped in a flesh cage
Mind in gear, imagination rampage
My brothers is walking through like a thief in the night
Three 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, on some indo, lookin' thru the window
And all I see, uhh

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

I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, lookin'
Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar,
Rollin' in the and it's not mine but
alright, 'cos I still 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 you slip and push your fate,
I'm parlayin' off your paper when I'm

Yankee Doodle came to Jersey rollin' on some
Kept an Uzi under his seat so wouldn't take him
My homey had a Cadillac sweeter than all the
into the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker

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

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