Luyện nghe bài hát Bamboo And Serpents

New New York
New New York

Even the days can have a little rain
words ring through my brain as I ride this train
Sliding swift the underbelly of this city
listening and looking on
Thinking how many people have been in this same spot
their thoughts gone
Just in the sounds of the tracks
Escaping 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 boy with a crooked blue hat
Sitting calm confusion in his eyes
Looking up to a broken mother not to cry
Right across from
Two seats from me
Sit's a ghetto bred youth labeled in the color
Looking like an urban 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 seemed like his words were about to
the memories he was verbally painting
As his guitar screamed with him
So I dropped a and went about my life
Hitting the streets like a rhythm 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
These New York streets New York streets
New New York
Are guiding me me
New New York

White snow the cotton of my black gloves
Taking in the faces and the changes of the people walking us
Look
in shelters, brokers and sellers, drifters and dwellers, stock
market
neglected
It's we swallow the truth but cant seem to digest it
So I forward Maples hang over head
Across the park the skies are dark decipher words in my
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 lights
The on East River seaside
signs graffiti murals, Tompkins Park the snow is knee high
I've reached the were streets collide
Black to the side a skull cap dressed
the New York sketch
I sit and stare in the upon the building steps

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

I can feel the snow the back of my head as I sit upon the steps
of project
time creep by
I let my slide brewing static lines
Until this guy who jus bought a asks me for a light
But doesn't for a reply he just heads inside
So I about him, get up and start walking down the street
up at these empty frozen trees
In this little above Avenue B
Where if you look to left
You'll see a man jacked right before the Christmas weeks
Because 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 to the last letter this alphabet
got
But I stop to a cop drop nine shots in a ragtop
Coming my way, hoping a stray come ruin my day
I stuck praying for luck to ask death to wait
And he listens as I go about my
Wondering what I'm feeling, where can I head now?
Walking some blocks and a out
Five points stare
As I hear cans clack with a tips

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 with the thugs
Silent foot under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs
Empty whiskey bottles in the gutters fiends
Under the tracks pregnant girl smoke screen ingested
Shake my but move on count my steps a little further
Jackson Ave 5 points pad sprayed up bamboo and serpents
Queens blocks subtracting street backwards from 40
Smoke moves from my burnt lips as the move towards me
Under the bridge sunsets buses ash in thee air
Climb up the steps and through the welcomed by passavive's

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

New New York
These New York streets New York 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
to fathom and imagine dons of this hood use to pass by
I walk through this
my head and get lost in past verses
Fall out of consciousness slip back fit my words in
Stand still mother fucker I'll my shit
to think quick why you got to do this
Homie this the life we live, I got to feed and bills to pay
Man I'm sorry your troubles
But you think I got a dime to my
Quit talking quit your bullshit empty your damn
Ill squeeze this trigger and body you