Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

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

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

Hustlers all on the street corner, sweaty palms the piece on 'em
Dreams of copping that Big with navigation and seat warmers
This belong on no postal card, ballers chill at the local park
Sipping on blue politicking bout new local art

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like is dying
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 don't to remind ya

x2]

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

Fuck lost, boy you can get got here
It seems like everyone rapping, how the hell you get hot
Man, is not realistic, no wonder 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, this suicide
Unless I balance it out by working and smarter
Plan ahead think farther, strap up be a father

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

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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