Luyện nghe bài hát Empire State of Mind

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm in Tribeca
Right to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it
I can it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 Strett
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with pastries
down 8th Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from
Me, I'm out Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought my with me
Say whatup to Ty-Ty, still mai tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & give me high five
I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely
New
Concrete jungle where dreams are of
nothin' you can't do
Now in New York (new york!)
These streets make you feel brand new
Big will inspire you
Let's it for New York, New York, New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a game
Do I made the Yankee hat more famous then a can
You should know I bleed blue, but I a Crip though
But I got a of brothers walkin' with my clique though
to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata home of the
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act they forgot how to act
Eight stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity, half of y'all make it
Me, I got a plug, Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne
Three dice cee-lo, card molly
Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob
Statue of Liberty, long live the Trade

New
Concrete jungle where dreams are of
There's nothin' you do
Now you're in New
streets will make you feel brand new
Big will inspire you
hear it for New York, New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need
So they can out of bounds quick
The sidelines is, lined casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't the apple leaf
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in
End of the winter cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled them
took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just a bus route
Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, starts when the church end
here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, to the limelight
MDMA got you like a champion
The city sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
New
Concrete jungle where are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now in New York
These streets make you feel brand new
Big lights will you
hear it for New York, New York,
New
One hand in the air for the big
Streetlights, big dreams, all pretty
No place in the that could compare
Put lighters in the air
say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"
New
Concrete jungle where are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now you're in New
These streets will make you brand new
Big lights inspire you
hear it for New York, New York, New York