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

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, crawlin off the stroll, coughin
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, 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
dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools grimy crews
cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, turned to seven
turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to quick
When he O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas still hangin, years and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga around
We all he was real, he did the snake 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 out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New state of mind)

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

I'm at the, spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, in one spot
I take a nigga dough, him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got
Bitches and niggas on parole or probation
is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, walk in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and 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 just talkin you
Some of these dudes the be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, is up North with tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you live
Got quiet niggas, that relocated down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the jealous
All of a we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
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, happy as
Niggas, mad cause they get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some niggas
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me up with somethin