Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm like sniffing cocaine
a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my
I'm suited up in 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
at base-heads, trying to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force
Niggas be running through the block
Time to start the revolution, catch a body for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the and
I ran like a cheetah thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, look
Gave another squeeze it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it shoot now I'm in danger
Finally it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building
And it was filled with children couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the ain't the same
Got younger niggas the triggers bringing fame to they name
And claim some corners, crews without are goners
In broad daylight, kids, they run up on us
and gauges, Macs in fact
Same catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting knocked
So hold your stash the coke price drop
I know crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
information keeps large niggas erasing and they wives basin
It drops deep as it in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of
Beyond the of intelligence, life is defined
I of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

New York state of
New York 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 I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the
To sell rocks, gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas
of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is
From what I hear in all the 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 like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones,
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too
Life is to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like
It's only that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is tougher than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your 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, twenties of Buddha and with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of

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

Nas