Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

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, feel the when I'm down in New York

1]
This feels like New York in the Summer time, where kids for the money signs
Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a rounds go brat brat brat
bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
When you out, she might take your 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 with navigation and warmers
This don't belong on no card, ballers 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
Seem people be way too mad
It's in the air, take a smell of the violence
a city that's never been silent
Where grinding
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 your of the woods
But Timbs and sweats is something 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 everyone rapping, how the you get hot here
Man, shit is not realistic, no they all can spit sick
And I thought I was gifted, pass the blunt let me get

Past the fact that I'm with cats
Twice my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, career suicide
I balance it out by working harder and smarter
Plan ahead think farther, strap up be a father

No accidents, not if you want the to leave these fans convinced
Fickle as fuck and they 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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