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

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, look at bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved from my block
N.Y. cops, crawlin off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin 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 and the captain, strangle men
gaspin for air, til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, is piss-infested
Had partners growin 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 parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas still hangin, years and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't
We all he was real, he did the snake 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 (New York state of mind)

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

I'm at the, spot, my hands on a knot
New York cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas along
All the cigarette cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, got gats, army 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 shit
yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was talkin with you
Some of these dudes the be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your niggas, that relocated down South
Comin back to floss, you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to your mug, it's ea-sy to score
But hard to get the shit off
Niggas 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 and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so me come up with somethin