Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors kicked off, stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
dope fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus deep in they mind 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 store workers miss him but then it 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 they cut off

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

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

Yo, if this the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a and them angels will grant you
Impatient 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 here in New York
Hi satan, United quietly taken
To own your soul, take it or leave it, my evaluation

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

Might as 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 the tune

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

Another day, another dollar, my mother will
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my brother should
Pops was smooth, his top to his shoes
the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools

The pelican hat, 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 pulled 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 ahead of me, the speed and
Reading's what I should've 'cus my imagination would run

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

And I witnessed the murders and shake-downs
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 makes me feel, so
Lookin' out of my window

Oh, I uninspired
Lookin' out of my project
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, so tired
Outta my window, out my window
Lord, I feel,