Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, composition
Of I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my
I'm suited up in street
me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, bent up in the stairway
Or either on the betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken
G-Packs get off quick, forever talk shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force
Niggas be running through the block
Time to start the revolution, catch a 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
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac
Lead was niggas one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it 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 game the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers fame to they name
And claim corners, crews without guns are goners
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in
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 she'll ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
information keeps large niggas erasing and they wives basin
It drops deep as it in my breath
I never sleep, cause is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of

New York state of
New York of mind
New York of mind
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Be having that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I
in stocks, sewing up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the
Make enough until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start
Give me a Smith and I'll have niggas undressing
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is each block is like a maze
Full of black trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories my peoples come back, black
I'm where the nights 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 life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too
Life is parallel to Hell but I must
And be prosperous, though we live
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 taking to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, without a capsule
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats
The city never sleeps, full of villians and
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about I teach ya
deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york of mind

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