Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em with the rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm like sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet left in my peepholes
I'm up in street clothes
me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my with or without the airplay
I some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the celo
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the block
Time to the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an
Pick the Mac up, brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting one ran, I made him back 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 shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
And it was filled with children couldn't 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, without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' in black
was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
So your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
Inside keeps large niggas erasing and they wives basin
It deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
the walls of intelligence, life is defined
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Be having dreams I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To rocks, winning 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 for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun have niggas undressing
Thinking of cash flow, and shelter
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are
Young bitches is grazed each is like a maze
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings with stones, homes
I got so rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
Cops just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats
The never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about I teach ya
Inhale deep the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier
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