Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

I a look thru the window and all I see is pain
Burnin' on my brain like some weird type of acid
Or a virus, something that I can't explain
I use to be different but now it that I'm the same

As the rest of hard heads in my hood
I'm livin' even though Momma raised me good
Everywhere I it and everywhere I look
Everybody that I know is livin' like a

And the, the cops wanna the book
The kitchen sink, a upper cut and a hook
How can I explain battering that we caught
It wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was

And the streets is a
But I be up like another sucker
I say the bomb be the as I reflect on the past
With my face, pressed against the

down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down

In thru the window, a silhouette
Beads of sweat and the of my hand is still wet
So put the safety on the tek because shootin' hasn't started yet
So yesterdays I can't forget

And now it's night time but it seem day time
Helicopter lights the bud light like sunshine on my mind
Crack addicts, kids with
who want static and those who already had it

Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a cage
in fifth gear, imagination rampage
My brothers is walking through like a thief in the night
Three strikes you're out because the not right

And all I ask is "Why we and fight?"
And try to save right and I'm wrapped too tight, uhh
Blowin' in the pistol, suckin' on some indo, lookin' thru the
And all I see, uhh

down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'

I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, lookin'
Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar,
Rollin' in the and it's not mine but
alright, 'cos I still feel fine

Now I'm strapped with nothin' but my and a screwdriver
Gimme twenty at your skills like MacGyver
And I can take that I wanna take
But when you and push your fate,
I'm parlayin' off paper like when I'm

Yankee Doodle came to rollin' on some Dayton's
an Uzi under his seat so fools wouldn't take him
My homey had a Cadillac sweeter all the others
Went the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker

how it goes, yeah, and that's how it feels, right
New Jersey is for real
That's how it goes and how it feels
New Jersey is for real

down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down