Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine
a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my
I'm suited up in street
Hand me a and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or the airplay
I keep E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas shit
Reminiscing about the time the Task Force flipped
be running through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, a body 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 hitting niggas one ran, I made him flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, look
Gave another squeeze heard it yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building
And it was with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the
Got younger niggas pulling the bringing fame to they name
And claim some corners, crews 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, snatching yo' in black
There was a on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the coke drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in pots, but yo
You slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas and they wives basin
It drops as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New state of mind

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Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the
To sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega
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 I'll have undressing
Thinking of flow, Buddha and shelter
frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the is packed
what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the is jet black
The fiends to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too
is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
Cops could just me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
only 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 criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your eats tapes
The city sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with
In the I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier
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