Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Million Stories

There are 8 million stories in the naked

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

There are 8 stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and without pity
the mean streets and the ghetto culture
The pimps, the the sharks and vultures

that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Park
You got to be down, you got to strength
If you're survive past 110th

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

A new story for day
Told a thousand ways
how it is and that's how it goes
The city the 8 and six big O's

New York, you know is a crazy city, man
Word, skyscrapers,
And you just never know who you might meet in this
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 know there's a baby in the body

She to hide it but they'll soon know
Because sooner or later that got to show
Can her Daddy just that as a fact
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the

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

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

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

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

Fresh kid and the complete
Born on a dim lit street
unknown, mother astray
He about life the real hard way

pretty 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 fresh kid and his long
Been the of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire, desire
They say can't put out this fire

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

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

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

For seven a terrible Jones
Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the
He stayed home alone all in the twilight
Just on a pipe like a dog on a bone

Turnin' blue in the face by his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his
But then he tried to stop but it worked
And then the started calling him a freebase jerk

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

Because he bought some on credit and pay
And then the pusher for him and blew him away
In a blaze of in his own territory
8 million sad but all stories

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

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

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