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

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be
But who else, could it be, at these, unmarked vans
in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, out later 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 grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is
Had partners growin up, eight turned to seven
turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his
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 ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New state of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a
New York Yankee cap my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes on, whoever walk in or leave
Cause I playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for
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 live
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down
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 to get the shit off
Niggas over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
Go to any that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me up with somethin