Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm Scarface sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes in my peepholes
I'm up in street clothes
me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken
G-Packs get off quick, niggas talk shit
Reminiscing the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, catch a head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac
Lead was niggas one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't
Gave squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
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 to they name
And claim some corners, without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in
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 smoke nice
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in pots, but yo
You slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasing and wives basin
It drops as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
Beyond the of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime I'm in a New York state of mind

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

Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights 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 Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and
frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is each block is like a maze
Full of black trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples back, black
I'm where the nights is jet black
The fiends to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I think I'm too sane
is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use
And the that I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, rap slow
My is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of and creeps
where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale like the words of my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of

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

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