Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, cops 'n
flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and child watches
Changin top locks ripped off hinges

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

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

You should chill if you short, a deep thought
To hit the again, get it on
Get this paper and again
Plan to leave behind
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 piano's the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them angels grant you
Impatient tried but in those angels and bamboo
lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up, puff

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

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

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

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

Another day, dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the world for
And my brother should
Pops was smooth, his top to his shoes
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 the windows were speakers
Pumpin' out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus somebody pulled a out

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this
Every night the melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But jail was ahead of me, the speed and
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, stories down
courts, shot up playgrounds

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

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

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

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

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