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

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through doors
Lock the top lock, shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your
Hustlers starve, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
Niggas gaspin for air, til move no more and just stare
With eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded infiltrate grimy crews
cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, is piss-infested
Had eight growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in
Six of us, holdin it, now five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted gangbangin
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
shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
And we all goin out, to the death for ends, WHAT?

New York, New (New York state of mind)

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

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