Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

I take a look thru the window and all I see is
Burnin' on my brain like some weird of acid rain
Or a virus, it's something I can't explain
I use to be different but now it seems I'm the same

As the rest of these heads in my hood
I'm livin' foul even though Momma raised me
Everywhere I it and everywhere I look
Everybody that I know is livin' a crook

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

And the streets is a
But I be growin' up like sucker
I say the bomb be the last as I on the past
With my face, pressed against the

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

In nightfall the window, a silhouette
Beads of and the palm of my hand is still wet
So put the safety on the tek this shootin' hasn't started yet
So yesterdays I can't forget

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

of a spirit, trapped in a flesh cage
Mind in fifth gear, imagination
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 right and I'm wrapped too tight, uhh
Blowin' in the pistol, suckin' on indo, lookin' thru the window
And all I see, uhh

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

I'm corners on the boulevard, lookin' hard
Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar,
Rollin' in the ride and not mine but
alright, 'cos I still feel fine

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

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

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

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