Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

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

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

And the, the cops wanna the book
The sink, a upper cut and a left hook
How can I explain battering that we caught
It the way I was raised, it was the way I was taught

And the streets is a
But I be growin' up like another
I say the be the last as I reflect on the past
my face, pressed against the glass

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

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

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

Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a flesh
Mind in gear, imagination rampage
My brothers is through night like a thief in the night
Three strikes you're out the color's not right

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

Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' 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
That's alright, 'cos I feel fine

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

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

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

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