Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, 'n projects
Sewers flooded foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child
Changin top locks with ripped off

Doors kicked off, drunks stag off smidoff, wipe your off
Crippled fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus deep in they mind are stories
Bet he's a image of that 70's era

He's finished for the of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it out
So many out the hood but no signs say out
Mental slave house where go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they cut off

You should chill if you short, prepare a thought
To hit the again, get it on
Get this paper and breathe
Plan to somethin' behind
So name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on

Lookin' out of my window
Oh, I feel
Lookin' out of my window
Oh, it me feel, so tired

Yo, if this piano's the cake then my are the candles
it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you
Impatient once tried but in those angels and
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up,

Now they dismantled, the whole world is crazy, got a 9
Watch you walk, 2 dollar fine
of the times here in New York
Hi satan, Nations quietly taken
To own your soul, take it or it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, teach the karate
School your not to hate but to stay awake
the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this whole
If we get in control fast

Might as well be,
Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead from a
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'all sing the

Lookin' out of my project
Oh, I feel
Lookin' out of my project
Oh, it makes me feel, so

Another day, dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the world for
And my brother folla'
Pops was smooth, from his top to his
the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools

The hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He his music in the back of the crib
I did my homework at night the windows were
Pumpin' out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus pulled a knife out

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to tune
Every night the same melody, hell so heavenly
But was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done 'cus my imagination run

I was to get out
And become of the noise out there
I used to stare, five down
courts, shot up playgrounds

And I the murders and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, and fo-fos
This was the life of kid
Lookin' out windows

Oh, outta my
out of my project window
Oh, it makes me feel, so
Lookin' out of my window

Oh, I uninspired
Lookin' out of my window
Oh, it makes me feel, so
Lookin' out of my window

Oh, I feel
out of, of my window
Oh I, feel so
Oh yeah, my window

Oh, out, lookin' out
Lookin' out my window, oh
me, feel so tired
Outta my window, out my window
Lord, I feel,