Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

I take a thru the window and all I see is pain
Burnin' on my brain some weird type of acid rain
Or a virus, it's something that I explain
I use to be different but now it seems I'm the same

As the rest of these hard in my hood
I'm livin' foul even though Momma me good
Everywhere I turn it and I look
Everybody I know is livin' like a crook

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

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

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

In nightfall thru the window, a
Beads of and the palm of my hand is still wet
So put the safety on the tek because this shootin' started yet
So many yesterdays I forget

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

of a spirit, trapped in a flesh cage
Mind in fifth gear, rampage
My brothers is walking through like a thief in the night
Three you're out because the color's not right

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

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

I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, hard
are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar, yeah
Rollin' in the ride and it's not but
That's alright, I still feel fine

Now I'm strapped nothin' but my mind and a screwdriver
Gimme twenty seconds at your skills like
And I can take anything that I take
But when you slip and your fate,
I'm parlayin' off your paper like I'm

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

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

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