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, yeah they me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my
Right there up on Broadway, pull me to that McDonald's
it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them

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

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

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

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

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

took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus
Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the end
here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the
got you feelin' like a champion
The city sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

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

One in the air for the big city
Streetlights, big dreams, all pretty
No in the world that could compare
Put lighters in the air
say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"

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