Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Million Stories

There are 8 million in the naked city

8 million stories, 8 million
8 stories, 8 million stories

There are 8 million stories in the city
Some ice cold and told without
the mean streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and

Things that happen it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central
You got to be down, you got to have
If gonna survive past 110th

Well, it ain't no when blood is spilled
The ward is capacity filled
And nothin' ever as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its

A new for every day
Told a thousand ways
That's how it is and how it goes
The with the 8 and six big O's

New York, you know this is a city, man
Word, skyscrapers,
And you just never know who you meet in this town
Yo, dig on my boys Run DMC

A young girl seemed to be weight
Her parents all thought it was the she ate
attitudes were all la de da de
But little did they know there's a baby in the

She tried to it but they'll soon know
Because sooner or later baby's got to show
Can her just accept that as a fact
That it wasn't the and it wasn't the snack?

Then another girl, her name is Vicki
The girl is but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine but then not very kind
She'll lay you down and then rob you blind

You wake up in the morning and you're feelin'
Because Vicki is gone and your is too
She's more sinister than Peter
And this is two of 8 million stories

8 million stories, 8 stories
8 million stories, 8 stories
8 stories, 8 million stories

8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 stories
8 million stories, 8 stories

kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit street
Father unknown, astray
He learned about the real hard way

Wearin' things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh and gold jewelry
all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the

Because he's a kid and his money's long
Been the of a ghetto song
kids admire, ladies desire
They say can't put out this fire

he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright
He up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
And you could or even treasure
The thought cocaine became his pleasure

Peruvian rock never cut speed
And he gets skied until his would bleed
And that was just one weakness, I must
Is that when he took a hit he could never

Because he's one pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy happened along the way
You know he started to at a hell of a pace
And now it's a disgrace, he's got the in his face

For twenty-four a terrible Jones
Didn't take care of business, didn't the phone
He stayed alone all in the twilight zone
Just bittin' on a pipe a dog on a bone

Turnin' blue in the face by his breath
With the white cloud bullshit in his chest
But then he tried to stop but it never
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase

Just to it all down, you know he's not very slick
Because he all his money and he spent it real quick
He lost his car, his house, his friends, his
And basing made him lose his life

Because he bought some on and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and him away
In a blaze of in his own territory
8 million sad but all stories

8 stories, 8 million stories
8 stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 million

8 million stories, 8 stories
8 million stories, 8 million
8 million stories, 8 million

Get to the funky sound
Get down to the sound
Get down to the funky sound, get down,