Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

I feel the Son of Sam and it's '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 down in New

1]
This feels like New York in the time, where kids grind for the money signs
Mothers cryin, kids run then a hundred rounds go brat brat brat
Spanish bitch taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
When you passed out, she might take your
break a sweat, she a patient vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving traffic like someone is dying
like people be way too mad
It's in the air, take a smell of the violence
Clouding a city that's been 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 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
is dead serious

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

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

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

x2]

I feel the city up for me
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