Empire State Of Mind — Невідомий виконавець | караоке з текстом пісні

Yeah. Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn. Now I'm down in Tribeca, right next to De Niro. 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 stash spot, 560 State Street. Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry. Cruisin' down 8th Street, 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 Tai. Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five. Nigga, I be spiked out. I could triple rep my attitude that I most definitely from New York. Uh, uh-huh. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. Yeah, yeah. There's nothing you can't do. Yeah. Now you're in New York. Uh-huh, uh-huh. These streets will make you feel brand new. New. Big lights will inspire you. Come on. Let's hear it for New York. You welcome, OG. New York, New York. I made you hot, nigga. 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 is walkin' with my clique, though. Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock. Africa Bambata shit, home of the hip-hop. Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back. Performers that 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 and I got it made. If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade. Three dice Cee-Lo, three 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. That's New York. Uh. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing you can't do. That boy good. Now you're in New York. Uh. 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. Uh. Lights is blinding, girls need blinders. Or they could 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. And if the winter gets cold, in vogue with your skin out. City of sin, it's a pity on a whim. Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them. Mommy took a bus trip, now she got a 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. Ballplayers, rap stars addicted to the limelight. Empty and made like a champion. The city never sleep, better slip you. Uh, yeah, concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing 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, New York, New York. Uh. One hand in the air for the big city. Uh. Streetlights, big dreams, all looking pretty. Uh. No place in the world that can compare. Nah. Put your lighters in the air. Everybody say yeah, yeah. Come on, come on. Yeah, yeah. Come on. I'm from New York. Uh, yeah. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing 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, New York, New York.