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

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring your doors
Lock the top lock, momma cuffed me to the radiator
Why It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, your heart?
starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
gaspin for air, til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, is quiet
Simple-minded infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles from bids, sister's pregnant
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds 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 rollin
The sixth one's parole flipped, niggas, went to four quick
When he O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and slang
of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
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 left in the end is two of my friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends,

New York, New York (New York of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my on a knot
New York Yankee cap my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing
All the smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they 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 glued on, whoever walk in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and up this shit
yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your when they was just talkin with 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 tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
niggas that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your niggas, that relocated down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the loudmouths
All of a we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to
But it's to get the shit off
Niggas fightin over sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as
Niggas, mad cause ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
Go to any hood live and make it liver
A lot of scheamin, some real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with