Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

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

1]
This feels New York 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 out, she might take your check
break a sweat, she a patient vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is
Seem people be way too mad
thick in the air, take a smell of the violence
Clouding a city that's 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
Muhfuckas is dead

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

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

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

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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