Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

I feel like the Son of Sam and '74
Shooting craps down by the Bodega
I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi
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 then a hundred rounds go brat brat
bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
When you passed out, she take your check
Didn't 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 warmers
don't belong on no postal card, ballers chill at the local park
Sipping on Gatorade politicking bout new local art

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through like someone is dying
Seem like be way too mad
thick in the air, take a smell of the violence
Clouding a city 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 in your neck of the woods
But Timbs and sweats is something that I understood
When I first landed, but I saw shit first handed
Muhfuckas is dead

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 they all can spit sick
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, 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 leave fans convinced
Fickle as fuck and they ain't giving two
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
X8