Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

I feel like the Son of Sam and '74
Shooting 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 like New York in the Summer time, where kids grind for the money signs
cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat brat
Spanish bitch taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat
When you passed out, she might take check
break a sweat, she a patient vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, through traffic like someone is dying
like people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, take a of the violence
Clouding a 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 neck of the woods
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 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

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

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

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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