Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of Sam (Remix)

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

1]
This feels like New York in the Summer time, where kids for the money signs
Mothers cryin, 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 break a sweat, she a vet

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

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving traffic like someone is dying
like people be way too mad
It's thick in the air, a smell of the violence
Clouding a city that's never been
everyone's grinding
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 Timbs and sweats is that 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 wonder they all can sick
And I I was gifted, pass the blunt let me get lifted

Past the fact that I'm competing 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, up don't be a father

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

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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