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 be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and I made it here
I can make it anywhere, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that
Took it to my stashbox, 560 Strett
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with pastries

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

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

Catch me at the X with OG at a game
Do I made the 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 walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we rock
Bambata home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla
For foreigners it for they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it
City is a pity, of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm Dwayne Wade
dice cee-lo, three card molly
Labour Day Parade, rest in Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the Trade
Long the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire St. that's

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

is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of quick
The sidelines is, lined with casualties, who sip to 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
City of sin, it's a on the wind
Good gone bad, the city's filled with them

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

New
Concrete jungle where are made of
nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New
These streets make you feel brand new
Big lights will you
hear 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 lighters in the air
say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"

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