Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em with the 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 left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street
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 betting with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force
Niggas be running through the shooting
Time to start the revolution, catch a head for Houston
Once caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an
Pick the Mac up, brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I made him flip
Heard a few scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building
And it was filled with children probably see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers 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 niggas'll catch a back to back, yo' cracks in black
There was a on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she 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 niggas erasing and they wives
It drops as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
Beyond the of intelligence, life is defined
I think of when I'm in a New York state of mind

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

Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I
Investments in stocks, sewing up the
To sell rocks, gunfights with mega cops
But a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun have niggas undressing
Thinking of flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
Full of rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with scripts sewn
Or the legal life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many 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, held like hostages
It's right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap
My is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my had to scuffle with freaks
addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale like the words of my breath
I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new state of mind

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

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