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 cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
Stitches in they head, and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your
Hustlers starve, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out later camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, is quiet
Simple-minded fools grimy crews
cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, 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 one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to quick
When he went O.T., college life, into gangbangin
niggas still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake
Fake shit, his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
And we all goin out, to the death for ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New York of mind)

You heard it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your
It's in daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, day
The crime rate, the rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you know 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 a nigga dough, send 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 they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on parole or
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, 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
of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin you
of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they you beers
ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down
Comin back to floss, then you got the jealous
All of a sudden we got and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to your mug, it's ea-sy to score
But it's hard to get the off
Niggas fightin over 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 me come up with somethin