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 cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street
Hand me a nine and defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the
I keep E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or on the corner betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever talk shit
Reminiscing about the time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the shooting
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac
Lead was niggas one ran, I made him back flip
a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't 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 filled children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, in fact
Same niggas'll a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the price drop
I know crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta on a vacation
information keeps large niggas erasing 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 I'm in a New York state of mind

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

Be having that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the came correct then I stepped
in stocks, sewing up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights mega cops
But just a nigga, 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
me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas undressing
Thinking of flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is grazed each is like a maze
Full of black trapped, plus the Island is packed
what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded stones, homes
I got so many I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I maintain
And be prosperous, though we dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, us, we're held like hostages
It's right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher dice
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap
My rhyming is a vitamin, without a capsule
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your eats tapes
The never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of and bitches with beepers
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 cousin of
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of

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

Nas