Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Million Stories

There are 8 stories in the naked city

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

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

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

Well, it ain't no thing when blood is
The emergency ward is capacity
And nothin' ever comes as a big
And the naked city closes its eyes

A new for every day
Told a different ways
That's how it is and how it goes
The city 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 might meet in town
Yo, dig on my home Run DMC

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wearin' pretty for all the ladies to see
Funky diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now in the blank

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

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

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

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

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

Turnin' blue in the by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud stuck in his chest
But he tried to stop but it never worked
And the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk

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

he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
And then the looked for him and blew him away
In a of glory in his own territory
8 million sad but all real

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

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

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