Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Million Stories

There are 8 million in the naked city

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She tried to hide it but they'll soon
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

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

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

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

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

kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto
Father unknown, mother
He learned about life the real way

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

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

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

Peruvian rock cut with speed
And he skied until his nose would bleed
And that was just one weakness, I admit
Is that he took a hit he could never quit

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

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

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

Just to break it all down, you know 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

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

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

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

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