Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New York New
New New York

Even the sunniest can have a little rain
These words ring my brain as I ride this train
Sliding through the underbelly of this city
Just and looking on
Thinking how people have been in this exact same spot
With their thoughts
Just in the sounds of the tracks
just for a second any problem or regret they've ever had
We hit a bump and my snaps back
I look up to see a little boy a crooked blue hat
Sitting with confusion in his eyes
Looking up to a broken trying not to cry
Right across them
Two seats from me
Sit's a bred youth labeled in the color green
Looking an urban militant in his 3x tee and jeans
He got off at the spot as me
But he kept
I stopped to watch a man sing so
It like his words were about to bleed
With the memories he was verbally
As his guitar along with him
So I dropped a five and about my life
Hitting the like a rhythm without a beat
Looking up to the above me
Watching scraping the sky so high
I wonder if the are keeping down the NY

New York New
New York streets these New York streets
New York New
Are me guiding me
New York New

White covers the cotton of my black gloves
Taking in the faces and the changes of the people past us
around
Homeless in shelters, brokers and sellers, drifters and dwellers,
tellers
neglected
It's we swallow the truth but cant seem to digest it
So I push forward Maples over head
Across the park the skies are decipher words in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, men in suits, Pols and Jews, the 14th loop
Existent
Read the signs and to head north some blocks
street lights
The projects on River seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Tompkins the snow is knee high
I've reached the were streets collide
Black beanie to the a skull cap dressed
Amongst the New sketch
I sit and stare in the snow the building steps

New York New
New York streets these New York streets
New New York
Are guiding me me
New York New

I can feel the freezing the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of this
Watching time by
I let my mind slide brewing lines
Until guy who jus bought a dime asks me for a light
But doesn't wait for a reply he just heads
So I forget about him, get up and start walking the street
Staring up at these empty trees
In this city above Avenue B
if you look to your left
You'll see a man getting right before the Christmas weeks
Because honest men aren't the men with kids
And it's easier to rob a man then to for him
Now past Stuyvesant, I'm heading down to the last this alphabet
got
But I to watch a cop drop nine shots in a ragtop
Coming my way, hoping a stray don't ruin my day
I stay stuck praying for to ask death to wait
And he listens as I go my business
Wondering destination I'm feeling, where can I head now?
Walking blocks and a bridge out
Five points down
As I hear cans with a tips shout

New York New
These New York streets New York streets
New New York
Are guiding me me
New New York

Black clouds over the hood I'm on the corner the thugs
Silent steps under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs
Empty whiskey bottles in the gutters fiends
Under the tracks pregnant girl Camels screen ingested
Shake my head but on count my steps a little further
Jackson Ave 5 points pad sprayed up bamboo and serpents
Queens blocks subtracting street signs backwards 40
moves from my burnt lips as the projects move towards me
Under the bridge sunsets spew ash in thee air
Climb up the steps and through the gates welcomed by

Look to the stacks buildings icy snow fall with the brick
Y's on the river front 23rd and bridge

New York New
These New York streets New York streets
New York New
Are guiding me me
New York New

In the of Queens bridge my minds gone sick blinded by street

Coupled with a night
Brick buildings and a sky
Hard to fathom and imagine of this hood use to pass by
I walk through complex
Drop my head and get lost in verses
Fall out of slip back fit my last words in
Stand still mother fucker I'll my shit
Trying to think why you got to do this
Homie this the life we live, I got to feed and bills to pay
Man I'm sorry bout your
But you think I got a to my name?
Quit talking quit your bullshit your damn pockets
Ill this trigger and body you motherfucker