Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New York New
New York New

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

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

White snow the cotton of my black gloves
Taking in the faces and the changes of the walking past us
around
Homeless in shelters, and sellers, drifters and dwellers, stock
tellers
Mindscapes
It's we swallow the truth but cant seem to digest it
So I push forward hang over head
Across the park the are dark decipher words in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, rich men in suits, Pols and Jews, the 14th
Existent
Read the signs and decide to head north some
Stuyvesant street
The projects on East seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Park the snow is knee high
I've the point were streets collide
Black beanie to the side a cap dressed
Amongst the New sketch
I sit and stare in the snow upon the steps

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coupled a cold night
Brick and a black sky
Hard to fathom and imagine dons of this hood use to by
I through this complex
Drop my and get lost in past verses
Fall out of consciousness slip back fit my last in
Stand still fucker I'll empty my shit
Trying to quick why you got to do this
Homie the life we live, I got kids to feed and bills to pay
Man I'm bout your troubles
But you think I got a to my name?
Quit talking quit your empty your damn pockets
Ill squeeze this trigger and you motherfucker