Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, cops 'n
Sewers flooded with blockage
The wild and every child watches
top locks with ripped off hinges

Doors kicked off, drunks off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in stare
Vision blurry, buried deep in they mind are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that era

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

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

Lookin' out of my project
Oh, I feel
Lookin' out of my 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
once tried but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up,

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

Stack and guns, teach the girls karate
your sons not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, makes is in comparison
To the gas on this whole 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 those thuggin' it, sing the tune

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

day, another 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
Sang the blues, strings, he played smokin' his kools

The hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the of the crib
I did my homework at night the windows speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, screamin'
'Cus somebody a knife out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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