Luyện nghe bài hát Empire State Of Mind

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

I used to cop in Harlem, all of my
Right there up on Broadway, me back to that McDonald's
it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the Kitchen like a whipping pastry

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

Say what up to Ty Ty, still mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets me high fives
Nigga, I be out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my that I am most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New
These streets will you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's 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 more than a Yankee can
You know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas with my clique, though

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

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

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

In New York, concrete jungle where are made, oh
There's you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel new
Big will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New

is blinding, girls need blinders
So can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is blind with
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become

Don't bite the apple, Eve, up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, end of the gets cold
En vogue with your out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled them

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

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

In New York, concrete where dreams are made of
There's you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you brand new
Big lights will you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New

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

In New York, concrete jungle where are made, oh
There's you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel new
Big lights will you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New