Luyện nghe bài hát The Pj's

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

Yo, if it wasn't for the PJ's, y'all probably never of me
Y'all be like, "Who the hell is and what's a Fugee?"
I'd probably be standin' on a corner, you approach
Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya
Run for brokes with the cash and the
Bows eye, I hold my breath I shoot
The reason you should hold ya breath most thugs
When they breathe and shoot tecs, aim right but shoot left

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

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

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

Before I was signed, I used to on the block
All I to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Line for line, I 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"
with a shadow through ghettos playin' in every borough
You think rap was rock, the way I carry heavy metal

It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, "Team Spirit"
Grippin' the shottie Kurt Cobain
In the projects God, nuttin' easy
Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the
Move a professional, young thug funeral
Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi
Nah, it's the art of war, you least expected it
the president, the PJ's elected him

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

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

Yeah and to the teachers that said I wouldn't
My remains be found under the Verizano Bridge
I'm alive teacher, so put ya theory to rest
I ain't Makaveli but I might my death
no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist
Before the in the Billboard, the hood charted it
Suburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we afford it
'Cuz in the PJ's, we underground black markets

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

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

I make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the
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