Jay-Z - Empire state of mind
מחבר ומלחין:Janet Sewell, Angela Hunte, Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter, Sylvia Robinson, Burt Keyes and Alicia K
היפ הופ \ ראפ
לצפייה בפריטות השירים יש להיות משתמש רשום ומחוברהרשמה \ התחברות
היפ הופ \ ראפ
הוסף לשירים שלי
גרסה קלה
תפריט נגינה
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| Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn |
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| Now I'm down in Tribeca |
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| Right next to De Niro |
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| But I'll be hood forever |
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| I'm the new Sinatra |
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| And since I made it here |
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| I can make it anywhere |
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| Yeah, they love me everywhere |
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| I used to cop in Harlem – hola |
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| My Dominicanos (Dinero!) |
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| Right there up on Broadway |
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| Brought me back to that McDonald's |
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| Took it to my stash spot |
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| Five hundred and sixty State Street |
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| Catch me in the kitchen |
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| Like a Simmons whipping pastry |
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| Cruising down Eighth Street |
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| Off-white Lexus |
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| Driving so slow, |
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| But BK is from Texas |
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| Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy |
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| Home of that boy Biggie |
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| Now I live on Billboard and |
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| I brought my boys with me |
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| Say what up to Ty Ty |
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| Still sipping Mai Tais |
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| Sitting courtside |
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| Knicks and Nets give me high fives |
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| Nigga, I be spiked out |
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| I could trip a referee |
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| Tell by my attitude that |
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| I'm most definitely from |
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| In New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah) |
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| Concrete jungle (Yeah) where |
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| Dreams are made of |
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| There's nothing you can't |
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| Do (Yeah) (OK) |
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| Now you're in New York (Aha |
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| Aha, aha) (Uh, yeah) |
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| These streets will make you |
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| Feel brand-new (New) |
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| Big lights will inspire you |
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| (Come on) (OK) |
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| Let's hear it for New York |
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| (You welcome OG) (Uh) |
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| New York (Yeah) |
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| New York (Uh) |
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| (I made you hot, nigga) |
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| Catch me at the X with OG |
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| At a Yankee game |
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| Shit, I made the Yankee hat |
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| More famous than a Yankee can |
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| You should know I bleed blue |
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| But I ain't a Crip though |
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| But I got a gang of niggas |
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| Walking with my clique though |
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| Welcome to the melting pot |
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| Corners where we're selling rock |
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| Africa Bambaataa shit |
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| Home of the hip-hop |
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| Yellow cab, gypsy cab |
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| Dollar cab, holler back |
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| For foreigners, it ain't fair |
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| They act like they forgot |
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| How to add |
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| Eight million stories out |
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| There in the naked |
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| City, it's a pity half of |
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| Y'all won't make it |
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| Me? I gotta plug Special Ed |
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| "I Got It Made" |
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| If Jeezy's paying LeBron |
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| I'm paying Dwyane Wade |
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| Three dice cee-lo, |
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| Three-card Marley |
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| Labor Day Parade—rest in peace |
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| Bob Marley |
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| Statue of Liberty |
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| Long live the World Trade |
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| Long live the king |
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| Yo—I'm from the Empire State |
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| That's |
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| In New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah) |
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| Concrete jungle where dreams |
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| Are made of |
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| There's nothing you can't |
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| Do (That boy good) (OK) |
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| Now you're in New York |
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| (Welcome to the bright lights baby) |
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| (Uh, yeah) |
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| These streets will make you |
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| Feel brand-new |
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| Big lights will inspire you (OK) |
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| Let's hear it for New York (Uh) |
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| New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) |
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| Lights is blinding |
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| Girls need blinders |
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| So they can step out |
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| Of bounds quick |
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| The side lines is |
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| Lined with casualties who |
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| Sip the life casually |
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| Then gradually become worse – |
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| Don't bite the apple |
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| Eve! |
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| Caught up in the in-crowd |
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| Now you're in-style |
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| Into the winter gets cold |
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| En vogue with your skin out |
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| City of sin is a pity on a whim |
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| Good girls gone bad |
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| The city's filled with them |
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| Mami, took a bus trip |
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| Now she got her bust out |
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| Everybody ride her |
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| Just like a bus route |
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| "Hail Mary" to the city |
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| You're a virgin |
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| And Jesus can't save you |
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| Life starts when the church end |
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| Came here for school |
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| Graduated to the high life |
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| Ball players, rap stars |
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| Addicted to the limelight |
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| MDMA got you |
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| Feeling like a champion |
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| The city never sleeps |
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| Better slip you're a Ambien |
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| In New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah) |
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| Concrete jungle where dreams |
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| Are made of |
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| There's nothing you can't do (OK) |
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| Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) |
| These streets will make you |
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| Feel brand-new |
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| Big lights will inspire you (OK) |
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| Let's hear it for New York (Uh) |
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| New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) |
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| One hand in the air for the |
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| Big city (Oh) |
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| Street lights, big dreams |
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| All looking pretty (Oh) |
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| No place in the world that |
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| Could compare (Nah) |
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| Put your lighters in the air |
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| Everybody say |
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| "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on) |
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| "Yeah, yeah" (Come on) |
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| In New York (Uh, yeah) |
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| Concrete jungle where dreams |
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| Are made of |
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| There's nothing you can't do (OK) |
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| Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) |
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| These streets will make you |
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| Feel brand-new |
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| Big lights will inspire you (OK) |
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| Let's hear it for New York (Uh) |
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| New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) |
| Bridge: |
| F# F# B F# x2 |
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Jay-Z |
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