Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

I was in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the
The elevators with the pissy
Bangin' on the walls all day

Yo, if it for the PJ's, y'all probably never heard of me
Y'all be like, "Who the is Wyclef and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be on a corner, watch you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, snatch ya rope
Run for brokes the cash and the jewels
Bows eye, I hold my when I shoot
The reason you should hold ya breath 'cuz most
When they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot

Now flesh being swept off the surface
If you B.I.G, you ain't Notorious
So why ya man reckless, side-ballin' he holdin' heat
bring him a bed for the permanent sleep
Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the
matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor
Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project
one in the obituary column, son

I was born in the
So I gotta rep for the
The with the pissy hallways
on the project walls all day

I gotta make noise for the
my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the
The PJ's,

Before I was signed, I used to on the block
All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme,
for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line to prison
And take a to Shyne
Peace, God the PJ's to Ground Zero
It's a "Hard Life" but "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow"
Walk with a through ghettos playin' in every borough
You would think rap was rock, the way I carry metal

It such a shame, in ya veins, screamin' "Team Spirit"
the shottie like Kurt Cobain
In the God, nuttin' come easy
Gotta with the grimy, greasy, the sleazy
Move a professional, young thug funeral
thought this was another Pepsi commercial?
Nah, the art of war, when you least expected it
Wyclef the president, the elected him

I was in the PJ's
So I rep for the PJ's
The with the pissy hallways
Bangin' on the walls all day

I gotta make for the PJ's
my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the
The PJ's,

Yeah and to the teachers that I wouldn't live
My remains would be under the Verizano Bridge
Well I'm alive teacher, so put ya theory to
I ain't but I might fake my death
Make no mistake, I'm a artist
Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood it
Suburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't it
'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground like markets

The 'P' for public housing
The 'R's for respect that ya get when ya down ya set
The 'O's for ounces we flip into ki's
The 'J's for the judgment handed by the
The 'E' is for enter at your own
You know the 'C', that's for the that's out to get rich
And the 'T', no one
And the 'S' for the snitchers you the outcome

I was born in the
So I rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy
on the project walls all day

I gotta make noise for the
my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's,

wants to be a cowboy, [Incomprehensible] at gunpoint
45 by my side do he