Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

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

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

And the, the cops wanna throw the
The kitchen sink, a upper cut and a hook
How can I explain 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 growin' up another sucker
I say the bomb be the as I reflect on the past
With my face, pressed against the

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

In thru the window, a silhouette
Beads of sweat and the palm of my is still wet
So put the safety on the tek this shootin' 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, with automatics
Thugs who want static and who already had it

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

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

Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' 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 ride and not mine but
That's alright, I still feel fine

Now I'm with nothin' but my mind and a screwdriver
Gimme twenty at your skills like MacGyver
And I can take anything that I wanna
But when you slip and your fate,
I'm parlayin' off your like 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 Cadillac sweeter than all the
Went the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker

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

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