Empire State Of Mind 歌词
| 歌曲 | Empire State Of Mind |
| 歌手 | Julia Zahra |
| 专辑 | Julia Van Der Toorn |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, | |
| Now Im 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 McDonalds, | |
| Took it to my stash spot, | |
| Five Sixty Stage street, | |
| Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry, | |
| Cruising down 8th street, | |
| Off white lexus, | |
| Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, | |
| Me I'm up at Bedsty, | |
| Home of that boy Biggie, | |
| Now i live on billboard, | |
| And i brought my boys with me, | |
| Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta | |
| Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives, | |
| N-gga i be spiked out, i can trip a referee, | |
| Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from… | |
| New York, | |
| I'm from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can't do, | |
| Now you're in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| I made you hot n-gga, | |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game, | |
| Sh-t i made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can, | |
| You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho, | |
| But i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though, | |
| Welcome to the melting pot, | |
| Corners where we selling rocks, | |
| Afrika bambaataa sh-t, | |
| Home of the hip hop, | |
| Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap, holla back, | |
| For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act, | |
| 8 million stories out there and their naked, | |
| Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it, | |
| Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made, | |
| If Jesus payin LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade, | |
| 3 dice cee-lo | |
| 3 card marley, | |
| 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 thats… | |
| New York, | |
| I'm from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can't do, | |
| Now you're in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| Lights is blinding, | |
| Girls need blinders | |
| So they can of step bounds out quick, | |
| The side lines is blind with casualties, | |
| ? casually, then gradually become worse, | |
| Don't bite the apple Eve, | |
| Caught up in the in crowd, | |
| Now your in-style, | |
| And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out, | |
| The city of sin is a pity of win, | |
| Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them, | |
| Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out, | |
| Everybody ride her, just like a bus route, | |
| Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin, | |
| And Jesus can't save you like starts when the church ends, | |
| Came here for school, graduated to the high life, | |
| Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight, | |
| Empty in May got you feeling like a champion, | |
| The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien | |
| New York, | |
| I'm from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can't do, | |
| Now you're in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here 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 yeaaahh | |
| Come on, come, | |
| New York, | |
| I'm from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can't do, | |
| Now you're in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York |
| Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, | |
| Now Im 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 McDonalds, | |
| Took it to my stash spot, | |
| Five Sixty Stage street, | |
| Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry, | |
| Cruising down 8th street, | |
| Off white lexus, | |
| Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, | |
| Me I' m up at Bedsty, | |
| Home of that boy Biggie, | |
| Now i live on billboard, | |
| And i brought my boys with me, | |
| Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta | |
| Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives, | |
| Ngga i be spiked out, i can trip a referee, | |
| Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| I made you hot ngga, | |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game, | |
| Sht i made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can, | |
| You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho, | |
| But i got a gang of nggas walking with my click though, | |
| Welcome to the melting pot, | |
| Corners where we selling rocks, | |
| Afrika bambaataa sht, | |
| Home of the hip hop, | |
| Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap, holla back, | |
| For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act, | |
| 8 million stories out there and their naked, | |
| Cities is a pity half of y' all won' t make it, | |
| Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made, | |
| If Jesus payin LeBron, I' m paying Dwayne Wade, | |
| 3 dice ceelo | |
| 3 card marley, | |
| 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 thats | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| Lights is blinding, | |
| Girls need blinders | |
| So they can of step bounds out quick, | |
| The side lines is blind with casualties, | |
| ? casually, then gradually become worse, | |
| Don' t bite the apple Eve, | |
| Caught up in the in crowd, | |
| Now your instyle, | |
| And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out, | |
| The city of sin is a pity of win, | |
| Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them, | |
| Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out, | |
| Everybody ride her, just like a bus route, | |
| Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin, | |
| And Jesus can' t save you like starts when the church ends, | |
| Came here for school, graduated to the high life, | |
| Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight, | |
| Empty in May got you feeling like a champion, | |
| The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here 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 yeaaahh | |
| Come on, come, | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York |
| Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, | |
| Now Im 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 McDonalds, | |
| Took it to my stash spot, | |
| Five Sixty Stage street, | |
| Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry, | |
| Cruising down 8th street, | |
| Off white lexus, | |
| Driving so slow but BK is from Texas, | |
| Me I' m up at Bedsty, | |
| Home of that boy Biggie, | |
| Now i live on billboard, | |
| And i brought my boys with me, | |
| Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta | |
| Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives, | |
| Ngga i be spiked out, i can trip a referee, | |
| Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| I made you hot ngga, | |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game, | |
| Sht i made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can, | |
| You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho, | |
| But i got a gang of nggas walking with my click though, | |
| Welcome to the melting pot, | |
| Corners where we selling rocks, | |
| Afrika bambaataa sht, | |
| Home of the hip hop, | |
| Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap, holla back, | |
| For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act, | |
| 8 million stories out there and their naked, | |
| Cities is a pity half of y' all won' t make it, | |
| Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made, | |
| If Jesus payin LeBron, I' m paying Dwayne Wade, | |
| 3 dice ceelo | |
| 3 card marley, | |
| 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 thats | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| Lights is blinding, | |
| Girls need blinders | |
| So they can of step bounds out quick, | |
| The side lines is blind with casualties, | |
| ? casually, then gradually become worse, | |
| Don' t bite the apple Eve, | |
| Caught up in the in crowd, | |
| Now your instyle, | |
| And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out, | |
| The city of sin is a pity of win, | |
| Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them, | |
| Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out, | |
| Everybody ride her, just like a bus route, | |
| Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin, | |
| And Jesus can' t save you like starts when the church ends, | |
| Came here for school, graduated to the high life, | |
| Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight, | |
| Empty in May got you feeling like a champion, | |
| The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here 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 yeaaahh | |
| Come on, come, | |
| New York, | |
| I' m from where dreams are made of, | |
| Theres nothing you can' t do, | |
| Now you' re in New York, | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new, | |
| The lights will inspire you, | |
| Lets here it for New York, New York, New York |
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