Luyện nghe bài hát Empire State of Mind

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

New
jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now in New York
These will make you feel brand new
Big lights will you
Let's it for New York, New York, New York
Lights is blinding, need blinders
So they can out of bounds quick
The sidelines is, lined with casualties, who sip to casually
Then gradually become worse, don't the apple leaf
Caught up in the in-crowd, now in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with skin out
of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good gone bad, the city's filled with them
took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, like a bus route
Hail to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the
MDMA got you feelin' like a
The city never sleeps, better slip you an
New
Concrete jungle where are made of
nothin' you can't do
Now in New York
These streets will make you feel new
Big will inspire you
Let's 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 where dreams are made of
There's you can't do
Now in New York
These streets will you feel brand new
Big will inspire you
Let's it for New York, New York, New York