Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

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

1]
This feels like New in the Summer time, where kids grind for the money signs
Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat
bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
When you passed out, she might take check
break a sweat, she a patient vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is
like people be way too mad
It's in the air, take a smell of the violence
a city that's never been silent
Where everyone's
For a chance to be timeless, it's all for the
And no I don't need to ya

x2]

2]
No disrespect to the culture in neck of the woods
But Timbs and sweats is something I never understood
When I landed, but I saw that shit first handed
Muhfuckas is dead

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

Past the fact that I'm with cats
Twice my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, this suicide
Unless I balance it out by working harder and
Plan ahead think farther, up don't be a father

No accidents, not if you want the chance to leave fans convinced
Fickle as 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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