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

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring your doors
Lock the top lock, shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's heart?
Hustlers starve, they 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 eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy
Overcrowded cribs, home from bids, sister's pregnant
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to
turned 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 four
When he went O.T., college life, converted gangbangin
niggas still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, nigga ain't around
We all he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his
got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my friends
And we all goin out, to the death for ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New state of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You read it, it's 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 state of mind baby, check it out

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put dollar in the jukebox
my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats they tongue
thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army
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
Stick yo' ass up, find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the be on em, you knew em for years
Be the when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you live
Got quiet 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, 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 come around the block, as hell
Niggas, mad cause they get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto
Go to any that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so me come up with somethin