Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I flip em with 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 left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in clothes
Hand me a and I'll defeat foes
know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting up in the stairway
Or on the corner betting Grants with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the last time the Task flipped
Niggas be running through the block
Time to the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an
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
another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
And it was filled with probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So you saying?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas the triggers bringing fame to they name
And claim corners, crews without guns are goners
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggas'll catch a to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting 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 bring ya in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta on a vacation
Inside information keeps large erasing and they wives basin
It drops as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of
Beyond the walls of intelligence, 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 came correct then I stepped
in stocks, sewing up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights mega cops
But a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make figures 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 flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a
Full of black rats trapped, plus the is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my 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 Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must
And be prosperous, we live dangerous
could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher dice
I'm taking to a new plateau, through rap slow
My is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The criminal on beat breaks
put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, of villians and creeps
That's I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and 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 of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
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