Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in clothes
Hand me a and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the
Or either on the betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken
get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force
be running 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 with thoughts of an assassin
the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was niggas one ran, I made him back flip
a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another heard 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 up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
And it was filled with 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 corners, crews without guns are goners
In daylight, stickup kids, they 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 niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the coke drop
I know crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
Inside information keeps large niggas erasing and they basin
It drops deep as it does in my
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of
the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime I'm in a New York state of mind

New state of mind
New state of mind
New York state of
New state 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, winning gunfights with 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 for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas
Thinking of flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back,
I'm where the nights is jet black
The fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones,
I got so many rhymes I don't I'm too sane
is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
Cops could just 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 tougher than dice
I'm rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on breaks
put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york of mind

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

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