empire state of mind ━ jay-z ( sped up )

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  • Опубликовано: 11 сен 2024
  • ( song is not mine. cr jay-z )
    picture ━ spider-man : miles morales
    ━ lyrics ...
    Yeah
    Yeah I'm out that 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, pull me back to that McDonald's
    Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St
    Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's
    Cruisin' down 8th St, 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 up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
    Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
    * I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on)
    Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
    In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
    Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand new (new)
    Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (come on)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot)
    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 * 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 fair, they act like they forgot how to act
    Eight million stories, out there in the naked
    City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
    Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
    If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
    Three dice cee-lo, three card Monte
    Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
    Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on)
    Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
    In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    (Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
    These streets will make you feel brand new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (come on)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)
    Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
    So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
    Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually
    Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
    Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
    End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
    City of sin, it's a pity on the 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 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 (come on, come on, come on)
    The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
    In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (come on)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)
    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" (come on, come on, come on)
    "Yeah, yeah"
    In New York (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand new
    Big lights will inspire you
    Let's hear it for New York (come on)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)

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