Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

Doors kicked off, stag off smidoff, wipe your beard off
Crippled dope fiends in stare
Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in mind are stories
Bet he's a mirror of that 70's era

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

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

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

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

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

Stack and guns, teach the girls karate
School your sons not to but to stay awake
the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this mass
If we don't get in fast

Might as be, laughin'
Malcolm X's assassin as we die slow
Perishin', brain dead from a
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for
A cup of it for those it, y'all sing the tune

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

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

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

So I look at this room, I'm to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell so heavenly
But jail was of me, the speed and methenfedimines
Reading's what I should've done 'cus my would 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 hustlas and hoes, drugs and
This was the of every kid
Lookin' out windows

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

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

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

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