Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

He's for the rest of his life, till he fades out
The store workers miss him but then it plays out
So many out the hood but no signs say out
Mental house 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 thought
To hit the again, get it on
Get this paper and breathe
to leave somethin' behind
So your name'll on, no matter what the game lives on

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another day, dollar, my mother will holla
She said, "go and see the for myself
And my brother should
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 wrote his music in the back of the
I did my homework at night the were speakers
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 ahead of me, the speed and
Reading's what I done 'cus my imagination would run

I was to get out
And become part of the out there
I used to stare, stories down
Basketball courts, shot up

And I witnessed the murders and police
Yo, the hustlas and hoes, and fo-fos
was the life of every kid
Lookin' out project

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

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

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

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