Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm like sniffing 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 I'll defeat
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or either on the betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the last time the Task flipped
Niggas be running the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, a body head for Houston
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a with thoughts of an assassin
the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I made him back
a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm to the building lobby
And it was with children probably 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 bringing fame to name
And claim corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, kids, they run up on us
and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, yo' cracks in black
was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice
And if it's good she'll bring ya in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
Inside information keeps large erasing and they wives basin
It drops deep as it in my breath
I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, 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, sewing up the
To rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start
Give me a Smith and Wessun have niggas undressing
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is grazed block is like a maze
Full of rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
what 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 crack I just max, I dream I can sit
And lamp like Capone, with drug sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings with stones, homes
I got so rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're like hostages
It's only right I was born 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 criminal on beat
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 hustle had to scuffle freaks
addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about I teach ya
Inhale like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to times
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