Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it out
So many out the hood but no signs say out
Mental house where gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, talk, till they time cut off

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

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

Yo, if piano's the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them angels 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
Watch where you walk, 2 dollar
Sign of the times here in New
Hi satan, Nations 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 hate but to awake
the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on whole mass
If we get in control fast

as well be, laughin'
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 the tune

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

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

The hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He his music in the back 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 at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell so heavenly
But was ahead of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done 'cus my imagination run

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

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

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

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

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

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