Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

He's finished for the rest of his life, till he out
The store 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, till they cut off

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

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

Yo, if this the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and angels will grant you
Impatient tried but in those angels and bamboo
They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up,

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

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

Might as 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 those it, y'all sing the tune

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

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

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

So I at this room, I'm hooked to this tune
Every night the same melody, hell sounded so
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 of the noise out there
I used to stare, stories down
courts, shot up playgrounds

And I witnessed the murders and shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
was the life of every kid
Lookin' out project

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

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

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

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