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

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your
Lock the top lock, momma cuffed me to the radiator
Why It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, crawlin off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be
But who else, it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's heart?
starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
gaspin for air, til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, is quiet
fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in
Six of us, it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, into gangbangin
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and changin
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 fuckin
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 state of mind)

You heard it, you see about it
You read about it, in your papers
It's in your daily ("Get money!")
New chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder
The money rate, the 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 cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the
Hear my favorite song, all these sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got
Bitches and both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army
I got my eyes on, whoever walk in or leave
Cause I playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in kicks
Bunch of niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin 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 North with tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your quiet niggas, that down South
back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got 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 fightin hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, as hell
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a piece of sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it
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