Luyện nghe bài hát Room With A View

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I guess its no different from any place else in the world man, I look out my window i see the thing.
One side of the street, is Malone's Funeral and the
side's a library, try very hard to picture this shit
Walk through where I at
Where parents are embarassed to tell you they they kids at
you some half and half of an 8-ball, you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney and get all of your ribs cracked
In a location where slanging crack is not seen as a fuckin' recreation but a vocation
And the sellers, and the smokers are patient
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.D. they both
3 for 50 is the and demand, and the
Cities' American heartland, and they
Been busy, masterminds tearing plans
And hoop dreamers ballin' with on they hands
With chains from the rims
Pain strangles 'em within
Till' the around the arm makes the veins stand at attention

I try to block it out a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm
Mommy loves you yeah I but I wasn't certain
the lenses through which she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my to come home
And some only touch they children when a whips brought
why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, this growing up rough
a big part of why were so mixed up
Shit we don't Bar Mitzvah's
We become men the first time our hits us
And we open gifts up
Sister from across the street is beautiful
But for 50 bucks nothing she won't do to you
to be premium pussy now she used up
For same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff
Whatever it takes for you to the dollars out
If you don't intervene there's a day she'll turn her daughter out
Speaking of kids I'm fixing lunch for my first
I had the wide open 'cause the weather's warm
That's the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting a block away
Vaheem was in the window, he get hit though
All due to Allah

I see all this the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my numb
But you can call me modern urban Rockwell
I paint a of the spot well

I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes
Pen starts to on it's own my minds numb
But you can me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint a picture of the well

I see all this the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban Rockwell
I paint a of the spot...well
(outside my window, outside my room. my window, outside my room,i can just feel the soul.)