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
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes in my peepholes
I'm up in street clothes
Hand me a and I'll defeat foes
Y'all my steelo with 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 broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Task flipped
be running through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, catch a body for Houston
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
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, look
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 bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building
And it was filled with probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the bringing fame to they name
And claim some corners, without guns are goners
In broad daylight, kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in
Same catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the getting niggas knocked
So hold stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who she gotta 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 erasing and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my
I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is
I think of crime when I'm in a New state of mind

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Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, Tecs
Making sure the cash came then I stepped
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get
I ain't the type of made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll niggas undressing
of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are
Young bitches is grazed block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is
what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the nights is jet
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts
Or the legal luxury life, rings with stones, homes
I got so rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like
It's only right that I was to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats
The city sleeps, full 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 I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
deep like the words of my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I to earlier times
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