Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

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

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

And the, the cops 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 up like another sucker
I say the bomb be the last as I on the past
my face, pressed against the glass

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

In thru the window, a silhouette
of sweat and the palm of my hand is still wet
So put the on the tek because this shootin' hasn't started yet
So many I can't forget

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

Manifestations of a spirit, in a flesh cage
in fifth gear, imagination rampage
My brothers is walking through night like a in the night
Three strikes you're out because the 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 some indo, thru the window
And all I see, uhh

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

I'm hittin' on the boulevard, lookin' hard
are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar, yeah
Rollin' in the and it's not mine but
alright, 'cos 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 I wanna take
But when you and push 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 had a Cadillac sweeter than all the others
Went into the wrong hood, so choked the motherfucker

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

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