Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, composition
Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing
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 my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to some broken amps
get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Force flipped
Niggas be through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, catch a head for Houston
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac
was hitting niggas one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few scream my arm shook, couldn't look
another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the
So now I'm to the building lobby
And it was filled with children probably see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers 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
was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
So your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
information keeps large niggas erasing and they wives basin
It drops as it does in my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, is defined
I think of crime I'm in a New York state of mind

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Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding
Making sure the cash came correct I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the
To rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
Make figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the of brother made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas
Thinking of cash flow, and shelter
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are
bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is
From what I hear in all the stories when my come back, black
I'm where 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 with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I maintain
And be prosperous, we live dangerous
Cops could just me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was to use mics
And the stuff I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell a capsule
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in box if your shit eats tapes
The city sleeps, full 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 streets I can greet ya, about blunts I ya
Inhale deep the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to times
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