Luyện nghe bài hát New York State of Mind

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm in Tribeca
Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood
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
it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett
Catch me in the like a Simmons with them pastries

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

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

Catch me at the X OG at a Yankee game
Do I the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a though
But I got a gang of brothers walkin' my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, where we sellin' rock
Africa home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like forgot 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 payin' Lebron, I'm Dwayne Wade
Three dice cee-lo, card molly
Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob
Statue of Liberty, live the World Trade
Long the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire St. that's

New
Concrete where dreams are made of
nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
These streets will make you feel new
Big lights inspire you
Let's it for New York, New York, New York

is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can out of bounds quick
The is, lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't the apple leaf
up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
End of the gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the
Good gone bad, the city's filled with them

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

New
jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now you're in New
streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will 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 could
Put your in the air
say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"

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