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

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll,
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's heart?
Hustlers starve, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out wearin camouflage
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til move no more and just stare
With eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, pregnant
Father's on drugs, is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, turned to seven
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now five rollin thick
The sixth parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and slang
of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake
shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
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, in your papers
It's in daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, day
The crime rate, the murder
The rate, the paper chase, you know what I mean?
New York 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 home to a
You lost that nigga I put dollar in the jukebox
Hear my song, all these niggas sing along
All the smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got
Bitches and both on parole or probation
is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes 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 triple-cross niggas, just New niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was just 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 North with tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated 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, it's ea-sy to
But hard to get the shit off
fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a of that sale
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some niggas
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with

New York, New
New York, New