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 doors
Lock the top lock, momma cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my
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
in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, they a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, men
Niggas for air, til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is
Simple-minded fools grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, 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 rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, to four quick
When he O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggas still hangin, years passin and changin
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 in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the for these ends, WHAT?

New York, New York (New state of mind)

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

I'm at the, gamblin spot, my on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, in one spot
I take a dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, flashin they tongue
Young blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes on, whoever 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
of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin 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
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North tatted tears
Your on the affadavit, you ratted 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 down South
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 to get the shit off
Niggas over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad cause they ain't get a piece of sale
connivers, universal, ghetto 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