Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

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

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

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

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

x2]

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

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

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

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

x2]

I feel the lighten' up for me
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