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

Broken glass in the hallway, floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you through your doors
Lock the top lock, shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my
N.Y. cops, crawlin off the stroll, coughin
in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, at these, unmarked 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 and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
Simple-minded infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to
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., college life, into gangbangin
Four niggas hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his
Could've got us all wasted, a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends,

New York, New York (New York of mind)

You heard it, you see about it
You read about it, in your papers
in your daily news ("Get money!")
New chronicles, every day
The rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you what I mean?
New York state of 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 nigga dough, send him home to a
You lost that I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats they tongue
Young blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas on parole or probation
Shit is sick, got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes on, whoever walk in or leave
I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your
of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you em for years
Be the when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tears
name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you live
Got quiet niggas, that relocated down 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 your mug, it's to score
But it's hard to get the off
fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, survivors
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 watch me come up with

New York, New
New York, New