Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm like sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the last time the Task flipped
be running through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, a body head for Houston
Once caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac
was hitting niggas one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't
Gave another squeeze heard it yo, my shit is stuck
Try to it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the
So now I'm jetting to the building
And it was filled with children probably see as high as I be
(So you saying?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing to they name
And claim some corners, crews guns are goners
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, in fact
Same niggas'll catch a to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price
I know this crackhead, who said she smoke nice rock
And if it's good bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps niggas erasing and they wives basin
It drops as it does in my breath
I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
the walls of intelligence, life is defined
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Be dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came then I stepped
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get
I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have undressing
of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed block is like a maze
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I I can sit back
And lamp Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too
Life is parallel to Hell but I maintain
And be prosperous, though we dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like
It's right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The smooth criminal on breaks
Never put me in your box if shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of and creeps
That's where I learned to do my had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I ya
Inhale deep like the words of my
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
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