ฟังเพลงNEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) (Explicit)

JAY-Z、Gil Scott-Heron - NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) (Explicit)

Lyrics by : Gil Scott-Heron/Shawn Carter

Composed by : Gil Scott-Heron/Shawn Carter

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 hola my Dominicanos

Dímelo

Right there up on Broadway

Brought 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 Tais

Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives

Nigga I be spiked out I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from me

Don't you know don't you know

New York was killing me

Yes I was standing nearly dying here

New York was killing me

Seems like I need to start over

And move back home in Jackson

Tennessee

In in in in New York

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

**** 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 got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the meltin' pot corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambaataa **** 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 add

Eight million stories out there in the naked

City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it

Me

I gotta plug Special Ed 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

Don't you know don't you know

New York was killing me

Yes I was standing nearly dying here

New York was killing me

In in in in New York

Seems like I need to start over

And move back home in Jackson

Tennessee

Lights is blinding girls need blinders

So they can step out of bounds quick the side lines 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

Into the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out

City of sin is a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad the city's filled with them

Mami 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

The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

Lord have mercy mercy on me

Yeah Lord have mercy have mercy on me

Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson

Tennessee

Yeah Lord have mercy have mercy on me

In in in in New York