Luyện nghe bài hát New York State of Mind

Yeah I'm out Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State
me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries

Cruisin' 8th Street, off white Lexus
so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I my boys with me
Say whatup to Ty-Ty, still mai tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most from

New
jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now in New York (new york!)
These streets will you feel brand new
Big lights will you
Let's it for New York, New York, New York

me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Do I the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique
Welcome to the melting pot, corners we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it
City is a pity, half of y'all won't it
Me, I got a plug, Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three cee-lo, three card molly
Labour Day Parade, in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
Long the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire St. that's

New
jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now you're in New
These streets will make you brand new
Big lights inspire you
hear it for New York, New York, New York

Lights is blinding, girls need
So they can step out of bounds
The is, lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leaf
Caught up in the in-crowd, now in style
End of the winter cold, en vogue, with your skin out
of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the city's with them

Mommy a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, starts when the church end
Came here for school, to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the
MDMA got you like a champion
The city never sleeps, slip you an Ambien

New
Concrete jungle dreams are made of
There's you can't do
Now in New York
These will make you feel brand new
Big will inspire you
Let's it for New York, New York,
New

One hand in the air for the big
Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin'
No place in the world that compare
Put your in the air
say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"

New
Concrete jungle dreams are made of
There's you can't do
Now in New York
These streets will make you feel new
Big lights will you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New