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 cuffed me to the
Why It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
Stitches in 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, your heart?
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 they move no and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's
Father's on drugs, is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight to seven
turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's rollin thick
The sixth one's flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas hangin, years passin and slang changin
of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake
shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin
All I got left in the end is two of my best
And we all goin out, to the for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New (New York state of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a
New York cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him to a shoebox
You lost nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats they tongue
Young thugs they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army
I got my eyes glued on, whoever in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was 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, niggas is up 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 live
Got your niggas, that 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 mug, it's ea-sy to score
But it's to get the shit off
Niggas fightin hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it
A lot of scheamin, some real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with