Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

I like the Son of Sam and it's '74
Shooting craps down by the store
I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi
I always, the love when I'm down in New York

1]
This feels like New York in the Summer time, where kids grind for the signs
Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat
Spanish bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to make you
When you passed out, she take your check
Didn't break a sweat, she a vet

Hustlers all on the street corner, sweaty palms with the on 'em
of copping that Big Body with navigation and seat warmers
This don't belong on no postal card, ballers chill at the park
Sipping on blue politicking bout new local art

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic someone is dying
like people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, take a smell of the
Clouding a city that's been silent
everyone's grinding
For a chance to be timeless, all for the shining
And no I don't to remind ya

x2]

2]
No disrespect to the culture in neck of the woods
But Timbs and sweats is something that I understood
When I first landed, but I saw that first handed
Muhfuckas is dead

Fuck lost, boy you can get got here
It seems like everyone rapping, how the you get hot here
Man, shit is not realistic, no wonder all can spit sick
And I thought I was gifted, pass the let me get lifted

Past the fact that I'm with cats
Twice my talent, half my age, a challenge, this career suicide
Unless I balance it out by working and smarter
Plan ahead think farther, strap up be a father

No accidents, not if you want the chance to these fans convinced
as fuck and they ain't giving two fucks
This the Mecca, the of hip hop
Where the best better than you on they worst day, I kid not

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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