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

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, at every bag you bring through your doors
the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, crawlin 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, where's your
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 stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
Simple-minded fools infiltrate 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
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to quick
When he went O.T., life, converted into gangbangin
Four still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth ain't around
We all he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his
Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin
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 York of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your
in your daily news ("Get money!")
New chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the rate
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 hands on a
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, 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 song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, walk in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this
Stick yo' ass up, find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York
Lift you off feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
Faggot-ass niggas be scared to do they bids
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your niggas, that relocated down South
Comin back to floss, you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
But hard to get the shit off
Niggas fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and off
When the come around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they get a piece of that sale
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so me come up with somethin

New York, New
New York, New