Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

I like the Son of Sam and it's '74
Shooting craps down by the 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 then a hundred rounds go brat brat
Spanish wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
When you passed out, she take your check
break a sweat, she a patient vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is
like people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, take a smell of the
Clouding a city that's been silent
Where everyone's
For a to be timeless, it's all for the shining
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 never
When I first landed, but I saw that first handed
is dead serious

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

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

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

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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