Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store 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 chill if you short, prepare a deep thought
To hit the again, get it on
Get this and breathe again
Plan to leave behind
So your name'll on, no matter what the game lives on

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

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

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

Stack loot and guns, teach the girls
School your sons not to but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in
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 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 me feel, so tired

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

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

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

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

And I witnessed the murders and shake-downs
Yo, the and hoes, drugs and fo-fos
This was the life of kid
out project windows

Oh, outta my
out of my project 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 window

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

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