Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New New York
New York New

Even the sunniest days can have a little
These words ring through my brain as I this train
swift through the underbelly of this city
Just and looking on
Thinking how many people have been in this exact same
With their gone
Just in the sounds of the tracks
Escaping just for a second any or regret they've ever had
We hit a and my mind snaps back
I look up to see a little boy a crooked blue hat
Sitting calm confusion in his eyes
Looking up to a broken mother not to cry
Right from them
Two seats from me
Sit's a ghetto youth labeled in the color green
Looking like an urban in his 3x tee and jeans
He got off at the spot as me
But he going
I stopped to watch a man so hard
It like his words were about to bleed
With the he was verbally painting
As his guitar screamed along him
So I dropped a and went about my life
Hitting the like a rhythm without a beat
Looking up to the above me
buildings scraping the sky so high
I wonder if the are keeping down the NY

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

White covers the cotton of my black gloves
in the faces and the changes of the people walking past us
Look
in shelters, brokers and sellers, drifters and dwellers, stock
tellers
Mindscapes
It's like we swallow the truth but cant to digest it
So I push Maples hang over head
Across the park the skies are dark decipher in my breath
I it all
The jakes in blue, men in suits, Pols and Jews, the 14th loop
thoughts
Read the signs and decide to head north some
street lights
The projects on East seaside
Peace signs graffiti murals, Park the snow is knee high
I've reached the point were streets
Black beanie to the side a cap dressed
Amongst the New York
I sit and stare in the snow the building steps

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

I can the snow freezing the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of project
time creep by
I let my slide brewing static 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 about him, get up and start walking down the street
Staring up at these frozen trees
In this city above Avenue B
Where if you 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 easier to rob a man to work for him
Now past Stuyvesant, I'm heading to the last letter this alphabet
got
But I stop to watch a cop drop nine in a ragtop
Coming my way, hoping a don't come ruin my day
I stay stuck praying for luck to ask to wait
And he as I go about my business
Wondering destination I'm feeling, where can I head now?
Walking some and a bridge out
Five stare down
As I cans clack with a tips shout

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

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

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

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

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

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