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 Spanish mami my new mi amore
I always, the love when I'm down in New York

1]
This feels like New York in the Summer time, kids grind for the money 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 might take check
Didn't a sweat, she a patient vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving traffic like someone is dying
like people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, a smell of the violence
Clouding a that's never been silent
Where everyone's
For a chance to be timeless, 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

Fuck lost, boy you can get got here
It seems like everyone rapping, how the 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 fact that I'm with cats
Twice my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, 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 they ain't two fucks
This the Mecca, the of hip hop
Where the best rappers better you on they worst day, I kid not

x2]

I feel the city up for me
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