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 sniffing cocaine
a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes in my peepholes
I'm up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll foes
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or either on the corner Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas shit
about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the block
to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the and
I ran like a with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
was hitting niggas one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the
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 younger niggas pulling the bringing fame to they name
And some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in
was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the price drop
I know crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if good 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 as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is
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Be having dreams that gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the came correct 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 of brother made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas
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 is like a maze
of black rats 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 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 flooded 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, we live dangerous
could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use
And the stuff that I write, is even than dice
I'm rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The smooth criminal on beat
Never put me in your box if your eats tapes
The city never sleeps, of villians 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 greet ya, about blunts I ya
Inhale like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
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