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

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained
Neighbors, look at bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've later from my block
N.Y. cops, crawlin 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, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out later camouflage
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas for air, til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, is piss-infested
Had eight growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now five rollin thick
The sixth one's flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga around
We all thought he was real, he did the shit
Fake shit, his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends,

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 chronicles, every day
The rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I
New York state of baby, check it out

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