歌曲 | Empire State Of Mind |
歌手 | Julia Zahra |
专辑 | Julia Van Der Toorn |
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 |