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

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your
the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your
Hustlers starve, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out later wearin
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til they move no more and just
With eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles from bids, sister's pregnant
on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners up, eight turned to seven
Seven to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five thick
The sixth parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted gangbangin
Four still hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't
We all thought he was real, he did the snake
Fake shit, his ass down, yo his mouth
got us all wasted, what 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
It's in daily news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, day
The crime rate, the murder
The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I
New state of mind baby, check it out

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my on a knot
New Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox
You that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, flashin they tongue
Young blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on 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 up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, find the loot in your kicks
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 knew em for
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they you beers
ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass that be scared to do they bids
you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggas, relocated down South
Comin back to floss, then you got the loudmouths
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
fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause ain't get a piece of that sale
connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and it liver
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