歌词NYC (Featuring Nas)

[ti:NYC (Featuring Nas)]
[ar:Kevin Rudolf]
[al:In The City]
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[00:-04.00]Kevin Rudolf - NYC (Featuring Nas)
[00:-03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:00.59]In the city of dreams,
[00:02.12]you get caught up in the schemes
[00:04.26]and fall apart in the seam
[00:06.61]Tonight
[00:08.91]That boy he used to bomb,
[00:11.10]From B.K. to the Bronx
[00:13.43]and it’s the fortunate one, who dies
[00:16.42]New York, we ready!
[00:18.10]He move from LAS to SoHo (hooo)
[00:20.63]A few blocks for those who don’t know (ohh)
[00:23.04]Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
[00:25.44]Bounced out, all are in control
[00:27.58]Certified son of a gun
[00:29.96]Learns life lesson 101
[00:32.09]Don’t fly too high on your own supply
[00:34.43]Get burnt by the sun
[00:36.14]Coz in the city of dreams
[00:38.52]You get caught up in the schemes
[00:40.68]And fall apart in the seam
[00:43.07]Tonight
[00:45.28]That boy he is the bomb,
[00:47.58]From B.K. to the Bronx
[00:49.88]And it’s the fortunate one who dies
[00:54.59]He was NY’s talk of the town
[00:56.81]Heard out to the LI sound (okay)
[00:59.21]He started datin models and he figured it out
[01:01.74]He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that sh!t out
[01:03.99]Qualified sex machine
[01:06.23]No better than a vowed fiend
[01:08.78]She wanted a ride to the upper east side
[01:10.76]but he dropped her ass off in queens
[01:12.59]Coz in the city of dreams
[01:14.78]You get caught up in the schemes
[01:17.10]and fall apart in the seam
[01:19.41]Tonight
[01:21.70]That boy would play his guitar
[01:23.79]like he was ready for war (You ready, K?)
[01:26.26]And then he’d lift up his voice to the (It’s your man Nas here)
[01:28.68]Sky (Take it straight through New York City)
[01:30.58]Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown
[01:33.66]Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard
[01:35.91]I’m thought of highly, shoppin Louie, Gianni
[01:38.15]Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say?
[01:40.55]City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
[01:42.71]Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
[01:45.26]The illest city on the planet
[01:47.48]Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin
[01:49.53]We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers
[01:51.90]My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
[01:53.23]It’s just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me
[01:56.63]Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos
[01:58.68]This isn’t my style, I spit what I’m livin right now
[02:00.71]I’m out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down
[02:03.06]Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling
[02:04.79]Then it’s a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton
[02:07.77]I’m fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings
[02:09.95]Now I’m writin for millions of listeners
[02:12.22]Critics who just don’t get it
[02:13.15]They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens,
[02:15.63]all the rest just mimic us
[02:16.53]Coz in the city of dreams
[02:18.71]you get caught up in the schemes
[02:20.65]and fall apart in the seam
[02:22.99]Tonight
[02:25.34]That boy would play his guitar
[02:27.51]like he was ready for war
[02:29.73]And then he’d lift up his voice to the sky
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