Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now they dismantled, think the whole is crazy, got a 9
Watch 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 girls
School your sons not to but to stay awake
the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this mass
If we get in control fast

Might as be, laughin'
With Malcolm X's assassin as we die
Perishin', brain dead from a
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for
A cup of it for those thuggin' it, sing 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 will holla
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my brother should
was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he 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 were
Pumpin' out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus somebody pulled a out

So I look at 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 should've done 'cus my would run

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

And I witnessed the murders and 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 project
Oh, it makes me feel, so
Lookin' out of my project

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

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

Oh, out, lookin' out
out my window, oh yeah
Makes me, feel so
Outta my window, out my window
Lord, I feel,