Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, 'n projects
Sewers flooded with blockage
The gutter's and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off

Doors kicked off, stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs
Vision blurry, 'cus deep in they mind are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of 70's era

He's finished for the of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store miss him but then it plays out
So many ways out the hood but no say out
Mental house where gats go off, I show off
up north, prison-ology talk, till they 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 somethin' behind
So your name'll live on, no matter the game lives on

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

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

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

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

Might as well be,
With Malcolm X's assassin as we die
Perishin', brain from a Erickson
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 uninspired
out of my project window
Oh, it me feel, so tired

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

The pelican hat, this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the of the crib
I did my at night the windows were speakers
Pumpin' life out a fight, people
'Cus somebody pulled a out

So I look at room, I'm hooked to this tune
night the same melody, hell sounded 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 of the noise out there
I to stare, five stories down
Basketball courts, shot up

And I witnessed the and police shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
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 feel
Lookin' out of my window
Oh, it makes me feel, so
out of my project window

Oh, I feel
out of, of my window
Oh I, feel so
Oh yeah, outta my

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