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 mami 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 for the money signs
Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat
Spanish bitch wanna taste your neck, you just to make you sweat
When you out, she might take your check
Didn't a sweat, she a patient vet

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

driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is dying
Seem people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, take a smell of the
Clouding a city that's never been
Where grinding
For a to be timeless, it's all for the shining
And no I need to remind ya

x2]

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

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

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

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 better than you on they worst day, I kid not

x2]

I feel the lighten' up for me
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