Jay-Z - Empire State of Mind.flac

歌曲简介 作词：Shuckburgh+Sewell+Carter+Hunt+Augello+Keyes 作曲：Shuckburgh+Sewell+Carter+Hunt+Augello+Keyes ?Yeah, I’mma up at BrooklynNow I’m down in TribecaRight next to DeNiroBut I’ll be hood foreverI’m the new SinatraAnd since I made it hereI can make it anywhereYeah they love me everywhereI used to cop in HarlemAll of my dominicanosRight there up on broad wayBrought me back to that McDonaldsTook it to my stash spotFive Sixty Stage streetCatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastryCruising down 8th streetOff white LexusDriving so slow but BK is from TexasMe I’m up at BeastyHome of that boy BiggieNow I live on billboardAnd I brought my boys with meSay wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping MaltaSitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fivesNigga I be spiked out, I can trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I most definitely fromIn New YorkConcrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newThe lights will inspire youLet’s here it for New York, New York, New York?I made you hot niggaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee canYou should know I bleed Blue, but I ain’t a Crip thoughBut I got a gang of i-ggas walking with my click thoughWelcome to the melting potCorners where we selling rocksAfrica bambaataa shitHome of the hip hopYellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla backFor foreigners it ain’t fitted they forgot how to act8 million stories out there and their nakedCities is a pity half of y’all won’t make itMe I gotta plug Special Ed “I got it made”If Jesus paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade3 dice cee-lo3 card MarleyLabor day parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World tradeLong live the king yoI’m from the empire state that’sIn New YorkConcrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newThe lights will inspire youLet’s here it for New York, New York, New York?Lights is blindingGirls need blindersSo they can step out of bounds quickThe side lines is blind with casualtiesWho sipping life casually, then gradually become worseDon’t bite the apple EveCaught up in the in crowdNow your in-styleAnd in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin outThe city of sin is a pity on a whimGood girls gone bad, the cities filled with themMommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city you’re a VirginAnd Jesus can’t save your life starts when the church endsCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feeling like a championThe city never sleeps better slip you a AmbienIn New YorkConcrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newThe lights will inspire youLet’s here it for New York, New York, New YorkOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams all looking prettyNo place in the World that can comparePut your lighters in the air, everybody say yeahIn New YorkConcrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newThe lights will inspire youLet’s here it for New York, New York, New York