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Empire State Of Mind

Jay Z

LETRA Y VIDEO OFICIAL DE ‘EMPIRE STATE OF MIND’ DE JAY Z FEAT ALICIA KEYS



Yeah

Yeah, I’m up at Brooklyn, now I’m 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 McDonald’s

Took it to my stash spot: 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whippin’ pastry



Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus

Driving so slow, but B.K. is from Texas

Now I’m up at 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 can trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from



In New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do

Now you’re in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

I made you hot nigga



Catch me at the X 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 got a gang of niggas walkin’ with my clique though



Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock

Afrika Bambaataa shit, 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’ Dwayne Wade



Three-dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte

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



In New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do

Now you’re in New York (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

Welcome to the bright light



Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

Or they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is

Lined with casualties who sipping life casually

Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve



Caught up in the in-crowd

Now you’re in-style, and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out

The city of sin is a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them



Mommy 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 ends



Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

MDMA got you feeling like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien



In New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do

Now you’re in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let’s hear 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 yeah

Come on, come

Yeah



In New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do

Now you’re in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let’s hear it for New York

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