Luyện nghe bài hát Empire State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and I made it here
I can it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem, all of my
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that
Took it to my stash spot, 560 Street
me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry

Cruising down 8th Street, off-white
Driving so slow, but BK is Texas
Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys me

Say up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out, I can a referee
Tell by my attitude that I am most from

In New York, concrete where dreams are made, oh
nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will you feel brand new
Big lights inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New
(I you hot, nigga)

me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip
But I got a of niggas walking with my clique, though

Welcome to the pot, corners where we selling rock
Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop
Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla
For that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act

Eight million stories out there, and naked
Cities is a pity, half of won't make it
Me, I plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade

Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
Long live the king, yo, I'm the Empire State that's

In New York, jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New
These streets make you feel brand new
Big will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New

Lights is blinding, girls need
So they can out of bounds quick
The is blind with casualties
Who life casually, then gradually become worse

bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, end of the gets cold
En vogue with skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her out
Everybody ride her just like a bus
Hail Mary to the city, a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church

here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling a champion
The city sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are of
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New
These streets will make you brand new
Big will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New

One hand in the air for the big
Street lights, big dreams all looking
No place in the world that can
Put lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Come on, on)

In New York, concrete jungle dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now in New York
These streets will you feel brand new
Big will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New