Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

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

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

And the, the cops wanna the book
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 is a motherfucker
But I be up like another sucker
I say the bomb be the last as I on the past
With my face, pressed the glass

Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' 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 because shootin' hasn't started yet
So yesterdays I can't forget

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

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

And all I ask is "Why we and fight?"
And try to save right 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, down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down

I'm hittin' on the boulevard, lookin' 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 feel

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

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

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

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