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

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

New York, New York (New York of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one
I take a dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they
Young thugs blastin 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
of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when was just talkin with you
Some of these the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted
name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas be scared to do they bids
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggas, that down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the 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 to get the shit off
fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, as hell
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with