Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

He's finished for the of his life, till he fades out
The liquor store miss him but then it plays out
So many out the hood but no signs say out
Mental slave house gats go off, I show off
Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till time 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 somethin'
So your name'll live on, no matter the game lives on

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

Yo, if piano's the cake then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them will grant you
once 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 in New York
Hi satan, United quietly taken
To own your soul, take it or it, just my evaluation

Stack loot and guns, the girls karate
School sons not to hate but to stay awake
the scars a razor, makes is nothin' in comparison
To the gas left on this whole
If we get in control fast

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

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

Another day, another dollar, my mother will
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 smokin' his kools

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

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

I was to get out
And become part of the noise out
I used to stare, five stories
Basketball courts, up playgrounds

And I witnessed the murders and shake-downs
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, and fo-fos
This was the life of kid
out project windows

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

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

Oh, I feel
Starin out of, of my
Oh I, so tired
Oh yeah, outta my

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