Luyện nghe bài hát Thru The Window

I take a thru the window and all I see is pain
Burnin' on my brain like some weird type of acid
Or a virus, something that I can't explain
I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the

As the rest of these hard heads in my
I'm livin' foul even though raised me good
Everywhere I turn it and everywhere I
Everybody that I know is livin' like a

And the, the wanna throw the book
The kitchen sink, a cut and a left hook
How can I explain this battering that we
It wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was

And the is a motherfucker
But I be up like another sucker
I say the be the last as I reflect on the past
With my face, pressed against the

Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, down

In nightfall the window, a silhouette
Beads of sweat and the of my hand is still wet
So put the on the tek because this shootin' hasn't started yet
So many I can't forget

And now it's time but it seem like day time
Helicopter makin' the bud light like sunshine on my mind
Crack addicts, with automatics
Thugs who want static and those who had it

Manifestations of a spirit, in a flesh cage
Mind in gear, imagination rampage
My brothers is walking through night a thief in the night
strikes you're out because the color's not right

And all I ask is "Why we and fight?"
And try to save enough right and I'm too tight, uhh
in the pistol, suckin' on some indo, lookin' thru the window
And all I see, uhh

Goin' down slowly, slowly, down
down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'

I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, lookin'
Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar,
in the ride and it's not mine but
That's alright, 'cos I feel fine

Now I'm strapped nothin' but my mind and a screwdriver
Gimme twenty seconds at your like MacGyver
And I can take anything that I wanna
But when you slip and your fate,
I'm parlayin' off your paper when I'm

Yankee Doodle to Jersey rollin' on some Dayton's
Kept an Uzi under his seat so fools wouldn't him
My homey had a Cadillac sweeter all the others
into the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker

That's how it goes, yeah, and how it feels, right
New Jersey is for real
That's how it and that's how it feels
New Drive is for real

down slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' slowly, slowly, goin' down
Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin'