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

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the
Why not? It might've saved from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, your heart?
starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out later camouflage
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they move no and just stare
dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, it, now it's five rollin thick
The one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth ain't around
We all he was real, he did the snake shit
shit, beat his ass down, yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted, what a 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 (New York state of mind)

You about it, you see about it
You about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, day
The crime rate, the rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I
New York state of mind baby, it out

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a
New York Yankee cap my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the
my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats they tongue
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 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, niggas'll the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when was just talkin with you
of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you kid
niggas that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you live
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down
back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got and Bloods, D.T.'s
round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score
But it's hard to get the off
Niggas over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto
Go to any hood live and make it liver
A lot of niggas scheamin, some real, some niggas
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up somethin

New York, New
New York, New