Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em with the rhythm I be kicking
Musician, composition
Of I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine
a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my
I'm suited up in street
Hand me a nine and I'll foes
Y'all know my with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or on the corner betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, niggas talk shit
Reminiscing about the last the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the block
Time to the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was niggas one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm to the building lobby
And it was filled with children probably couldn't see as as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the
Got niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to they name
And claim some corners, crews guns are goners
In broad daylight, kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, in fact
Same niggas'll a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting knocked
So hold your until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta nice rock
And if it's she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasing and they basin
It deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, is defined
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Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, Tecs
sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To sell rocks, gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll niggas undressing
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and
Whenever I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is a maze
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my come back, black
I'm living the nights is jet black
The fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings with stones, homes
I got so many I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to but I must maintain
And be prosperous, we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, held like hostages
It's only right that I was to use mics
And the that I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat
Never put me in your box if shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and
where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I ya
Inhale deep the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
I lay puzzle as I to earlier times
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