Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

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

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

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

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

x2]

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

Fuck getting lost, boy you can get got
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 that I'm competing with cats
Twice my talent, my age, fuck a challenge, this career suicide
Unless I balance it out by working and smarter
ahead think farther, strap up don't be a father

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

x2]

I feel the city up for me
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