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

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the
Why not? It might've saved later from my
N.Y. cops, crawlin off the stroll, coughin
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 wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they no more and just stare
With eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles from bids, sister's pregnant
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin
The one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the shit
Fake shit, his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a 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, 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 I mean?
New York state of 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 nigga dough, send him home to a
You that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they
Young thugs they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on or probation
Shit is sick, got gats, army fatigues
I got my glued on, whoever walk in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in kicks
Bunch of 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 you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
Faggot-ass that be scared to do they bids
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggas, relocated down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the loudmouths
All of a sudden we got and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to split your mug, it's to score
But hard to get the shit off
Niggas fightin over hundred sales, 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
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with