Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm like sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
holes left in my peepholes
I'm up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the celo
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell broken amps
get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscing about the last the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the block
Time to start the revolution, catch a head for Houston
Once they us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran a cheetah 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
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 shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
And it was filled with children probably see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing to they name
And claim corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in
Same niggas'll catch a to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash the coke price drop
I this 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 niggas erasing and they wives basin
It deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is
I think of crime when I'm in a New state of mind

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

Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, Tecs
Making sure the came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the
To sell rocks, winning gunfights with cops
But just a nigga, with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have undressing
Thinking of cash flow, and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
Full of black trapped, plus the Island is packed
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 dream I can sit
And lamp like Capone, with drug sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings with stones, homes
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 arrest me, blaming us, held like hostages
It's right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than
I'm rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about I teach ya
deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york of mind

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

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