Empire State Of Mind
[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:09.470]Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
[00:13.250]Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
[00:16.170]I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
[00:18.950]I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
[00:21.870]I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicans
[00:24.670]Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
[00:27.320]Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
[00:29.950]Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
[00:32.820]Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
[00:35.510]Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
[00:38.150]Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
[00:41.050]Now I live on Billboards, and I brought my boys with me
[00:44.050]Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
[00:46.440]Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
[00:49.450]*****, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
[00:52.150]Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from
[00:55.330]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[01:01.960]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[01:09.710]These streets will make you feel brand new
[01:13.380]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[01:18.120]New York, New York
[01:20.960](I made you hot, *****)
[01:22.980]Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
[01:25.480]****, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
[01:28.170]You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
[01:30.980]But I got a gang of ****** walking with my clique, though
[01:34.010]Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
[01:36.420]Afrika Bambaataa ****, home of the hip hop
[01:39.140]Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
[01:42.170]For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
[01:45.400]Eight million stories out there, and they're naked
[01:47.600]Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
[01:50.420]Me, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
[01:52.920]If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
[01:55.470]Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card Monte
[01:58.480]Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
[02:01.350]Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
[02:04.440]Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
[02:07.980]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[02:14.650]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[02:21.520]These streets will make you feel brand new
[02:25.610]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[02:31.190]New York, New York
[02:36.340]Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
[02:38.920]So they can step out of bounds quick
[02:40.370]The sidelines is blind with casualties
[02:43.120]Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse
[02:46.160]Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd
[02:50.650]Now you're in style, end of the winter gets cold
[02:53.390]En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim
[02:56.470]Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
[03:00.560]Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
[03:03.140]Everybody ride her just like a bus route
[03:06.140]Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
[03:08.930]And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends
[03:11.850]Came here for school, graduated to the high life
[03:14.260]Ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight
[03:17.050]MDMA got you feeling like a champion
[03:19.730]The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
[03:22.600]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[03:30.220]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[03:36.880]These streets will make you feel brand new
[03:42.350]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[03:47.830]New York, New York
[03:52.730]One hand in the air for the big city
[03:55.320]Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
[03:58.090]No place in the world that can compare
[04:00.810]Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[04:05.900](Come on, come on)
[04:08.850]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[04:15.710]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[04:22.680]These streets will make you feel brand new
[04:26.700]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[04:32.260]New York, New York
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
[00:09.470]Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
[00:13.250]Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
[00:16.170]I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
[00:18.950]I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
[00:21.870]I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicans
[00:24.670]Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
[00:27.320]Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
[00:29.950]Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
[00:32.820]Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
[00:35.510]Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
[00:38.150]Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
[00:41.050]Now I live on Billboards, and I brought my boys with me
[00:44.050]Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
[00:46.440]Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
[00:49.450]*****, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
[00:52.150]Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from
[00:55.330]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[01:01.960]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[01:09.710]These streets will make you feel brand new
[01:13.380]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[01:18.120]New York, New York
[01:20.960](I made you hot, *****)
[01:22.980]Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
[01:25.480]****, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
[01:28.170]You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
[01:30.980]But I got a gang of ****** walking with my clique, though
[01:34.010]Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
[01:36.420]Afrika Bambaataa ****, home of the hip hop
[01:39.140]Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
[01:42.170]For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
[01:45.400]Eight million stories out there, and they're naked
[01:47.600]Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
[01:50.420]Me, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
[01:52.920]If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
[01:55.470]Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card Monte
[01:58.480]Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
[02:01.350]Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
[02:04.440]Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
[02:07.980]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[02:14.650]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[02:21.520]These streets will make you feel brand new
[02:25.610]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[02:31.190]New York, New York
[02:36.340]Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
[02:38.920]So they can step out of bounds quick
[02:40.370]The sidelines is blind with casualties
[02:43.120]Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse
[02:46.160]Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd
[02:50.650]Now you're in style, end of the winter gets cold
[02:53.390]En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim
[02:56.470]Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
[03:00.560]Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
[03:03.140]Everybody ride her just like a bus route
[03:06.140]Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
[03:08.930]And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends
[03:11.850]Came here for school, graduated to the high life
[03:14.260]Ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight
[03:17.050]MDMA got you feeling like a champion
[03:19.730]The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
[03:22.600]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[03:30.220]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[03:36.880]These streets will make you feel brand new
[03:42.350]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[03:47.830]New York, New York
[03:52.730]One hand in the air for the big city
[03:55.320]Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
[03:58.090]No place in the world that can compare
[04:00.810]Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[04:05.900](Come on, come on)
[04:08.850]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[04:15.710]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
[04:22.680]These streets will make you feel brand new
[04:26.700]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
[04:32.260]New York, New York
作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at 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, all of my Dominicans
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 whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboards, and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
*****, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I am 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, *****)
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 ****** walking with my clique, though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling 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, and they're naked
Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane 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
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is blind 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, end of 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 cities 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, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Come on, come on)
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
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at 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, all of my Dominicans
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 whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboards, and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
*****, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I am 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, *****)
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 ****** walking with my clique, though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling 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, and they're naked
Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane 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
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is blind 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, end of 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 cities 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, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Come on, come on)
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
