Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be
Musician, inflicting
Of pain I'm Scarface sniffing cocaine
a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my
I'm suited up in clothes
me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or either on the corner Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Task flipped
Niggas be through the block shooting
Time to the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, look
Gave another heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
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 jetting to the building
And it was filled with children probably see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) It's like the ain't the same
Got younger pulling the triggers bringing fame to they name
And claim some corners, crews without are goners
In broad daylight, kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' in black
There was a on the block getting niggas knocked
So your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta nice rock
And if it's good she'll ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a
Inside information large niggas erasing and they wives basin
It deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is
I think of crime I'm in a New York state of mind

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

Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, Moets, holding Tecs
Making the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To sell rocks, gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get
I ain't the type of made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun have niggas undressing
of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
Full of black trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my come back, black
I'm living where the nights is jet
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 think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're like hostages
It's only that 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, without a capsule
The smooth criminal on 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 scuffle with
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and with beepers
In the I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
deep like the words of my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new state of mind

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

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