Luyện nghe bài hát N.y. State Of Mind

Rappers I monkey flip em the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting
Of I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, see the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my
I'm suited up in street
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting with the celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken
G-Packs get off quick, forever talk shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Force flipped
Niggas be running through the shooting
Time to the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah thoughts of an assassin
the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hitting one ran, I made him back flip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my is stuck
Try to cock it, it shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
And it was filled with children couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing to they name
And claim some corners, crews without are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, run up on us
and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' in black
There was a snitch on the getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice
And if it's she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasing and they basin
It drops as it does in my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of

New state of mind
New York of mind
New York of mind
New state of mind

Be dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega
But a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the is packed
From I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm living where the is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones,
I got so many rhymes I think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to but I must maintain
And be prosperous, we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're like hostages
only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write, is even than dice
I'm taking to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a
The smooth criminal on breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit tapes
The city never sleeps, full of and creeps
That's where I to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the of my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier
Nothing's equivalent, to the new state of mind

New York of mind
New York of mind
New York state of
New York state of

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