Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind Part Ii

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the
Why not? It saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, at these, unmarked vans
in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, out later wearin camouflage
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they no more and just stare
With eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles from bids, sister's pregnant
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in
Six of us, holdin it, now five rollin thick
The one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four still hangin, years passin and slang changin
of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his
Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin
All I got in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends,

New York, New York (New state of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You about it, it's in your papers
in your daily news ("Get money!")
New chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the rate
The money rate, the chase, you know what I mean?
New York state of baby, check it out

I'm at the, spot, my hands on a knot
New Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put dollar in the jukebox
Hear my song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin tongue
thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on parole or
Shit is sick, got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, walk in or leave
Cause I playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your
Bunch of niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off feet when they was just talkin with you
of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, is up North with tatted tears
name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down
Comin back to floss, then you got the jealous
All of a sudden we got and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
But it's to get the shit off
Niggas fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and off
the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they get a piece of that sale
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it
A lot of niggas scheamin, real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so me come up with somethin