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

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring your doors
Lock the top lock, 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 thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's heart?
Hustlers starve, bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they move no more and just
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, 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 five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four
he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, 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, a fuckin clown
All I got in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends,

New York, New York (New state of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my on a knot
New York cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, him home to a shoebox
You lost nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas along
All the cigarette cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
thugs blastin 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, walk in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New 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 when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your quiet niggas, relocated 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 hard to get the shit off
Niggas over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the come around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
Go to any hood that's and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up somethin