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 shoulda cuffed me to the
Why not? It might've 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, could it be, shook at these, unmarked
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your
starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out wearin camouflage
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they move no more and just
With dead eyes, tired of riots, is quiet
Simple-minded fools grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is
Had eight partners growin up, turned to seven
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and slang
Three of us now, fourth ain't around
We all he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo his
Could've got us all wasted, what a clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best
And we all out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New (New York state of mind)

You heard it, you see about it
You about it, it's in your papers
in your 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 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 nigga I put dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas along
All the cigarette cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on parole or
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army
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 your
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New niggas
you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of dudes the Feds 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 tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggas be scared to do they bids
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't 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 to get the shit off
Niggas fightin 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 of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto
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 me come up with somethin

New York, New
New York, New