Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, composition
Of pain I'm like Scarface cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street
Hand me a and I'll defeat 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 Grants with the champs
at base-heads, trying to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an
the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I him back flip
Heard a few chicks my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building
And it was filled children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to they
And claim some corners, crews without guns are
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in
There was a snitch on the getting niggas knocked
So hold your until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she smoke nice rock
And if it's she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
Inside information keeps large niggas erasing and they basin
It drops deep as it in my breath
I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of

New state of mind
New state of mind
New York of mind
New York of mind

Be dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I
in stocks, sewing up the blocks
To sell rocks, gunfights with mega cops
But a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start
Give me a and Wessun I'll have niggas undressing
Thinking of cash flow, and shelter
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are
Young bitches is grazed each block is a maze
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug sewn
Or the luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than
I'm taking to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell a capsule
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats
The city never sleeps, of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my had to scuffle with freaks
addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the of my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new state of mind

New York of mind
New York of mind
New state of mind
New York state of

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