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

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda me to the radiator
Why not? It might've later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, vans
in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, bust 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 no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home bids, sister's pregnant
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight to seven
turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin
The sixth one's flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, into gangbangin
niggas still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake
Fake shit, his ass down, yo his mouth
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 for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New state of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You read about it, in your papers
It's in daily 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 Yankee cap my eyes, stand in one spot
I a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, flashin they tongue
Young thugs they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army
I got my eyes glued on, walk in or leave
Cause I playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, find the loot in your kicks
of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for
Be the type when you walk in a pub, offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up with tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted 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, that relocated South
Comin back to floss, then you got the jealous
All of a sudden we got and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to split mug, it's ea-sy to score
But hard to get the shit off
Niggas over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto
Go to any hood that's live and it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, real, some niggas frontin
But I'm a big dreamer, so me come up with somethin

New York, New
New York, New