Empire State Of Mind (Cover) – Ed Sheeran – letras

Yeah I’m out that BrooklynNow I’m down in TribecaRight next to DeNiroBut I’ll be hood foreverI’m the new SinatraAnd since I made it hereI can make it anywhere(Yeah they love me everywhere)I used to cop in HarlemAll of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)Right there off of BroadwayBrought me back to that McDonaldsTook it to my stash spot560 State StreetCatch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping PastryCruising down 8th streetOff-white LexusDriving so slow(but BK, it’s from Texas!)Me I’m out that BedStuyHome of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboardand I brought my boys with meSay what up to Ta-taStill sipping Mai TaisSitting courtsideKnicks and Nets give me high-5N**ga, I be Spiked outI could trip a refereetell by my attitude that I’m MOST DEFINITELY FROMNew York!Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New York!These streets will make you feel brand newthe lights will inspire youLet’s hear it for New York, New York, New YorkI made you hot n-ggaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gamesh-t I made the Yankee hat more famousthan a Yankee canyou should know I bleed Bluebut I ain’t a crip thobut I got a gang of n-ggaswalking with my clique thoughwelcome to the melting potcorners where we selling rocksAfrika bambaataa sh-thome of the hip hopyellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain’t fitted act likethey forgot how to act8 million stories out there and they’re nakedcity it’s a pityhalf of y’all won’t make itme I gotta plug a special and I got it madeIf Jeezy’s payin LeBronI’m paying Dwayne Wade3 dice cee-lo, 3 card marleyLabor Day parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World Tradelong live the king yoI’m from the Empire State thatsIn New York!Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New York!These streets will make you feel brand newthe lights will inspire youLet’s hear it for New York, New York, New YorkWelcome to the bright lightLights is blindinggirls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quickthe side lines is blind with casualtieswho sip the lite casuallythen gradually become worsedon’t bite the apple Evecaught up in the in crowdnow you’re in-styleand in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin outthe city of sin is a pity on a whimgood girls gone bad, the city’s filled with themMommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust outeverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city your a Virginand Jesus can’t save youlife starts when the church endscame here for school, graduated to the high lifeball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feeling like a championthe city never sleeps better slip you a AmbienNew York!Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New York!These streets will make you feel brand newthe lights will inspire youLet’s hear it for New York, New York, New YorkOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams all looking prettyno place in the World that can comparePut your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaahhcome on, comeyeahNew York!Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere’s nothing you can’t doNow you’re in New York!These streets will make you feel brand newthe lights will inspire youLet’s hear it for New York, New York, New York