Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

Black hoods, 'n projects
flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every watches
Changin top locks with ripped off

Doors kicked off, drunks off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled fiends in wheelchairs stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they are stories
Bet he's a mirror image of 70's era

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

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

Lookin' out of my project
Oh, I uninspired
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, make a wish and them angels will you
Impatient tried but in those angels and bamboo
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 dollar
Sign of the times here in New
Hi satan, United Nations quietly
To own your soul, take it or leave it, just my

loot and guns, teach the girls karate
School sons 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 fast

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

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

Another day, another dollar, my mother holla
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my should folla'
was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played his kools

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

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

I was to get out
And become part of the noise out
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
was the life of every kid
Lookin' out windows

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

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

Oh, I feel
out of, of my window
Oh I, feel so
Oh yeah, my window

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