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

Broken in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring your doors
the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later my block
N.Y. cops, crawlin off the stroll, coughin
Stitches in they head, and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, out later wearin camouflage
See the and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin for air, til move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is
Had eight partners up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four
When he went O.T., college life, into gangbangin
Four niggas hangin, years passin and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga 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, a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my friends
And we all goin out, to the for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New York of mind)

You heard about it, you see it
You read about it, in your papers
It's in your news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles, 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 on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one
I take a nigga dough, send him to a shoebox
You lost that I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas along
All the cigarette smoke's my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever in or leave
Cause I ain't playin, niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New niggas
Lift you off your feet they was just 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 offer you
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down
back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin round quick to split your mug, ea-sy to score
But it's hard to get the off
Niggas fightin over sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they 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 niggas
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up somethin

New York, New
New York, New