Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y. State Of Mind Pt. II

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring your doors
the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, vans
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 move no and just stare
dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home 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 flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and changin
Three of us now, nigga ain't around
We all he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, his ass down, yo his mouth
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 these ends,

New York, New York (New York of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my on a knot
New York cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, him home to a shoebox
You lost that I put your dollar in the jukebox
my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin tongue
Young thugs blastin gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on parole or
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in or
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New niggas
you off your feet 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, they you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be to do they bids
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated South
Comin back to floss, you got the jealous loudmouths
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 to get the shit off
fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the come around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto
Go to any hood live and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with

New York, New
New York, New