Luyện nghe bài hát Streets of New York (City Life)

Nasty, yeah, (New York, New York)
Hey yo black it's time again, yeah,
(New York, New York)
Come here, yeah,
(New York, New York)
Hey yo black time

(yeah, yeah, hey yo it's time)

If you my streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got
Who snitchin', who police
Who came home, who gone, who restin' in peace
Now they killin' over music money, not drugs, rap it
Cause thugs with no got no patience
New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky I be kickin'
Musician and composition
A pain, I'm like Hussein
Still alive lookin' at his dead children's remains
I the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your soft man, y'all need some new weapons
The P's breathe and skullies and Timmies
Around mixed, spics, niggas and
From my kings in deep thought we don't blink
But don't think we wastin' our
a New York state of mind

New York, New York, New
New City, whoa oh
New York, New York, New
New York City,

like a jungle, out here
So much struggle, out
And my dream's unphased
still the cousin of death
Always feels like always somethin' farther
In the Streets of New
(New York of mind, New York State of mind)

All I see is street
And who it's holdin', our
Only the brain
It's I'm going insane
The has to start, don't waste no time
In the of New York
(New York state of mind, New York of mind)

New York, New York, New York, New oh
State of mind (New City)
New York, New York, New York, New oh
State of (New York City)
New York, New York, New York, New oh
Big (New York City)
New York, New York, New York, New oh
Big

Oh, the game
ain't the same
Baby loves and with no shame
Can't get away (get away), epidemic
Every hood in state
have no reasons cause relieve is hard to find

In the streets of New York (New York of mind)
In the of New York (New York state of mind)
In the streets of New York (New state of mind)
In the of New York (New York state of mind)
(New state of mind)

I'm from the home of a million legends and settin'
A lot of footsteps to follow, I've been
Mind stressin' to find a record crime shreddin'
precious, I ain't have rest since nine eleven
I live fast, hustle like is my last
I get cash, the struggle's a day on the Ave.
Crack raw, gats squeezin' off
Manhattan off, from cats who tease with war
The eve of the Apocalypse, keep movin' politics
Every block is at risk, the metropolis
The opposite of Minelli and Frank Sinatra
Alicia Keys, Nas and Ra the gangsta's
So New City walk with me, talk gritty
up to us New York it's our city
Here the man come with the anthem, up
time the thrill is back New York, let's stand up

Oh yeah, Keys
Your God Rakim
New City, Nasty Nas
A. Keys, yeah,