Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, 'n projects
Sewers flooded with foul
The wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with off hinges

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

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

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

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

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

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

Might as be, laughin'
With Malcolm X's as we die slow
Perishin', brain from a Erickson
are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons
A cup of it for those it, y'all sing the tune

Lookin' out of my project
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 world for
And my brother folla'
was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played his kools

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

So I look at this room, I'm hooked to tune
Every night the melody, hell sounded so heavenly
But jail was of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done 'cus my imagination run

I was to get out
And become part of the noise out
I used to stare, five down
courts, shot up playgrounds

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

Oh, outta my
out of my project window
Oh, it me feel, so tired
out of my project window

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