Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York

In the streets of New
Dope fiends are leaning for
The TV followed the homicide scenes
You live here, taking a chance

So look and I take one
a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are louder, I wonder
How the people want to go fight for the powder

People hanging in
They waited until the got hot
And got raided by the
I'll explain the man in the rain

His whole life inside a bottle of night train
Another man got his clothes in a
'Cause he spent every dime of his playing blackjack
And there's the little sister

She has a little baby
Named Sonya and Sonya has
So why's her in a club unzipped though?
Yo her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper

Drug dealers drive around hard
Knowing they're sending their brothers and to the graveyard
Every day is a main event, some old limps
The pushers and eat shrimps

It gets tiring, the sight of a gun
They must for the sound of a siren
A bag lady dies in an
She's seen the last of her inside the subways

More and down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
So he stole somebody's dope and a rope
Now my sons on the run, a wanted one
Had fun was done by a shotgun

Upstairs I cover my and tears
The man must have drank too many beers
'Cause every day of his life he beats his
Till one night she decides to a butcher knife

Blind man the sax
A tune called the arms on my moms show tracks?
Many lives are cut short, that's when living
In the streets of New

Baby new shoes
But his papa uses all the money for
A young is undressed in the back seat of a caddy
Calling man daddy

Three men slain an apartment
All you could see was the sparks when it
Daylight broke, cops roll on the
The drug war, routine

spots, just a poor man's jackpot
You a lot, you get shot
The dealing fanatics
But you don't want no

they got crack addicts with automatics
Shoot-outs for a desire for
A kid got caught in the
A tired mother cant take no

She grab the bottle full of sleeping and took about 24
Human are laying on the pavement
'Cause they're a part of a mental
The cop snipers, little babies in diapers

type of life is making you hyper
People a torched-out building
And got when the cold air filled in
Is really suggested?

No more persons arrested, a child
A little kid says, yo, I got a TV
CD player and car stereo and all I want is a
I also got a .38, don't me no hassle

One kid straight for the top
And stopped and popped by a crooked cop
Look behind you you walk
That's how it is in the streets of New