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

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained
Neighbors, look at every bag you through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda me to the radiator
Why It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's heart?
Hustlers starve, bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out later wearin
See the sergeant and the captain, men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they no more and just stare
With eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is
Had eight growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and slang
Three of us now, 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, a fuckin clown
All I got in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New York of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You read it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily ("Get money!")
New chronicles, every day
The rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you what I mean?
New York of mind baby, check it out

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