Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam

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

1]
This feels like New in the Summer time, where kids grind for the money signs
Mothers cryin, run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat brat
Spanish bitch wanna your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
you passed 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 copping that Big with navigation and seat warmers
This belong on no postal card, ballers chill at the local park
Sipping on blue Gatorade politicking new local art

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

x2]

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

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

Past the that I'm competing with cats
my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, this career suicide
Unless I balance it out by working 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 rappers better than you on worst day, I kid not

x2]

I feel the city up for me
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