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Empire State Of Mind (Made Famous by Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys)
Yeah Yeah, I'm up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca 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 Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot: 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow, but B.K. is from Texas Now I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing 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 I made you hot nigga
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than 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 selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Me I gotta plug Special Ed 'I got it made' If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three-dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte 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 Concrete jungle where dreams are made of 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Welcome to the bright light
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders Or they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Lined with casualties who sipping life casually Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd Now you're in-style, and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out The city of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy 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 ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing 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 looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah Come on, come Yeah
In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing 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
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