Luyện nghe bài hát Project Window

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, if this piano's the then my words are the candles
Light it up, make a wish and them will grant you
Impatient once 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 you walk, 2 dollar fine
Sign of the times in New York
Hi satan, United Nations quietly
To own your soul, it or leave it, just my evaluation

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

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

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

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

The pelican hat, this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back of the
I did my homework at night the windows speakers
life out a fight, people screamin'
'Cus somebody pulled a out

So I look at 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 done my imagination would run

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

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

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

Oh, I feel
Lookin' out of my window
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, feel so
my window, out my project window
Lord, I feel,