Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

He's for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store workers miss him but then it out
So many ways out the hood but no say out
Mental slave house where go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they cut off

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

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

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

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

Stack loot and guns, the girls karate
School your not to hate but to stay awake
'Cus the scars a razor, is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this whole
If we don't get in control

as well be, laughin'
With X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead from a
Words are the medicine, two for goons
A cup of it for thuggin' 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

day, another dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my brother should
Pops was smooth, his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he smokin' his kools

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

I was to get out
And part of the noise out there
I used to stare, stories down
Basketball courts, shot up

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

Oh, outta my
Lookin' out of my 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 uninspired
out of, of my window
Oh I, so tired
Oh yeah, outta my

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