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Empire State of Mind (Originally Performed By Jay-Z Feat. Alicia Keys)
Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tri Beca right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's Cruisin' down 8th Street off white Lexus drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (In New York) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York (Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game)
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed 'I got it made' if Jeezy's payin' Le Bron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice Cee-Lo, three Card Monty Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's (In New york) 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Lights is blinding, girls need blinders so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind, good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out everybody ride her, just like a bus route Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin and Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life, ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion, the city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien (In New York) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York New York One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah' In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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