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

1]
This feels like New York in the time, where kids grind for the money signs
Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go 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 street corner, sweaty palms with the on 'em
Dreams of that Big Body with navigation and seat warmers
This don't belong on no postal card, ballers at the local park
Sipping on blue Gatorade bout new local art

Cars by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is dying
like people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, take a smell of the
Clouding a that's never been silent
everyone's grinding
For a chance to be timeless, all for the shining
And no I need to remind ya

x2]

2]
No to the culture in your neck of the woods
But and sweats is something that I never understood
I first landed, but I saw that shit first handed
Muhfuckas is dead

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

Past the fact 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 the chance to leave these fans convinced
as fuck and they 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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