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
the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be
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 and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
Simple-minded fools grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, turned to seven
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's rollin thick
The sixth parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't
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 for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New (New York state of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your
It's in your news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, day
The crime rate, the murder
The money rate, the 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 cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the
Hear my song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, flashin they tongue
Young blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, fatigues
I got my eyes on, whoever walk in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this
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 just talkin you
Some of these the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted
Your on the affadavit, you ratted 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
round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
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 they get a piece of that sale
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it
A lot of niggas scheamin, real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up somethin