Luyện nghe bài hát Empire State Of Mind

Yea, yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood
I'm the new Sinatra, and, I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem,
All of my Dominicano's there up on Broadway,
Pull me back to that McDonald's, it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons pastry's
Cruisin' 8th St., off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, of that boy Biggie
Now I on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm definitely from

In New York,
Concrete where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now you're in New
These streets will you feel brand new
Big will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a can
You know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a of niggas walkin' with my clique though
to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act they forgot how to act
Eight stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity, of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm Dwayne Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card
Labor Day Parade, in peace Bob Marley
of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm the Empire St. that's

In New York,
Concrete where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now in New York
These streets will make you brand new
Big will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New

Lights is blinding, girls need
So they can step out of quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to casually
Then gradually become worse, bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your out
City of sin, a pity on the whim
Good girls bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her out
Everybody ride her, just a bus route
Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus save you, life starts when the church end
Came for school, graduated to the high life
players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a
The never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York,
Concrete jungle where are made of
There's you can't do
Now in New York
These streets will you feel brand new
Big lights will you
hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big
Street lights, big dreams, all pretty
No place in the that could compare
Put your lighters in the air say yeah, yeah,
Yea, yea

In New York,
Concrete jungle where are made of
There's nothin' you do
Now you're in New
These streets will make you feel new
Big lights will you
hear it for New York, New York, New York