Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

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

1]
This feels like New York in the time, where kids grind for the money signs
cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat brat
Spanish bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you to make you sweat
When you passed out, she might take your
Didn't a sweat, she a patient vet

Hustlers all on the street corner, sweaty palms with the 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 politicking bout new local art

Cars by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is dying
Seem people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, a smell of the violence
Clouding a city that's 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 to the culture in your neck of the woods
But and sweats is something that I never understood
When I first landed, but I saw that shit first
Muhfuckas is dead

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

the fact that I'm competing with cats
Twice my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, career suicide
Unless I balance it out by 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
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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