Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, cops 'n
Sewers with 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
dope fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that era

He's finished for the rest of his life, till he out
The liquor workers miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the but no signs say out
slave house where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, talk, till they time cut off

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

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

Yo, if this the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a and them angels will grant you
Impatient once but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up,

Now they dismantled, think the world is crazy, got a 9
Watch where you walk, 2 fine
Sign of the here in New York
Hi satan, United Nations taken
To own your soul, it or leave it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, the girls karate
School your sons not to hate but to stay
'Cus the scars a razor, is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this mass
If we don't get in fast

as well be, laughin'
With Malcolm X's as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead a Erickson
are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for thuggin' it, y'all sing the tune

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

Another day, another dollar, my mother holla
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my should folla'
Pops was smooth, from his top to his
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played his kools

The pelican hat, picture yo, seventies cat
He his music in the back of the crib
I did my homework at the windows were speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, screamin'
'Cus somebody pulled a out

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

I was to get out
And part of the noise out there
I used to stare, five stories
Basketball courts, up playgrounds

And I witnessed the murders and police
Yo, the and hoes, drugs and fo-fos
was the life of every kid
Lookin' out project

Oh, my window
out of my project window
Oh, it me feel, so tired
out of my project window

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

Oh, I uninspired
out of, of my window
Oh I, so tired
Oh yeah, outta my

Oh, out, lookin' out
out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, so tired
my window, out my project window
Lord, I feel,