Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

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

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

And the, the wanna throw the book
The sink, a upper cut and a left 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 last as I reflect on the
my face, pressed against the glass

Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'
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 this shootin' hasn't started yet
So many yesterdays I forget

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

Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a flesh
Mind in gear, imagination 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 enough right and I'm wrapped too tight, uhh
Blowin' in the pistol, on some indo, lookin' thru the window
And all I see, uhh

Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down 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 and it's not mine but
alright, 'cos 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 off your paper like when I'm

Yankee Doodle came to rollin' on some Dayton's
Kept an Uzi under his seat so wouldn't 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 Drive is for
That's how it and that's how it feels
New Jersey is for real

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