empire state of mind tekst
La letra de Empire State Of Mind de JAY-Z feat. Alicia Keys ha sido traducida a 21 idioma (s) Yeah! Yeah, I′m out that 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, hola, my
I’m from the Empire State thats… – Empire State’tenim… New York!!!! – New York!!! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, – Hayallerin yapıldığı beton orman There’s nothing you can’t do, – Yapamadığın bir şey yok, Now you’re in New York!!! – Şimdi New York’tasın!!! These streets will make you feel brand new,
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The success of the song from a high volume of album downloads, led to it being announced as the second single from The Element of Freedom in the UK. The single was released on February 22, 2010. [1] Keys and "Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Down" are featured on a 2011 HP Beats Commercial. [2] The song also featured on the soundtrack of
Chapter Text. Bzzz. Hux hurried across the street to the sound of horns blaring, stepping out in front of traffic without waiting for the signal. His phone was vibrating in his hand, and he narrowly avoided sending it crashing to the pavement when he flipped it over to read the incoming message, refusing to acknowledge a particularly loud honk from a man driving a beat-up taxi.
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YeahZwrotkaYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most defiinitely from....RefrenNewww Yooorrrkkkk, I'm becomin' where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doout of Neww YooorrrrkkkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,Neeeew YooorrrkkkkZwrotkaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne WadeThree dice cee-lo, three card mollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that'sRefrenZwrotkaLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienRefrenPrzejścieOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"RefrenYeahZwrotkaYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most defiinitely from....RefrenNewww Yooorrrkkkk, I'm becomin' where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doout of Neww YooorrrrkkkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,Neeeew YooorrrkkkkZwrotkaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne WadeThree dice cee-lo, three card mollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that'sRefrenZwrotkaLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienRefrenPrzejścieOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"RefrenJestem poza Brooklyn'em, teraz w środku TriBeCa *Dokładnie tuż obok Deniro, ale na zawsze już chuliganem pozostanęJestem nowym Sinatrą i od kiedy stworzyłem to tutajMogę stworzyć to gdziekolwiek, bo oni kochają mnie wszędzie,Zwykłem kraść w Harlemie, wszyscy moi Dominikańczycy,właśnie tam na Broadway'u, zawieź mnie do tamtego McDonald'a,Włożyłem to do mojego StashBox'u* na 560 State mnie w kuchni jak siostry Simmons z ich Pastry*Wożąc się po 8th St. w białym Lexus'iejadąc tak powoli, pozdrowienia dla BK*, która jest w Texasie,Jestem poza Bed-Stuy*, domem tego chłopca Biggie'goteraz żyję na Billboard'ach i zabrałem swoich chłopców ze sobą,Powiedz ‘siema’ do Ty-Ty'a, nadal sączy mai tai?siedząc na courtside*, Knicks & Nets* przybijcie piątkęNigga*, siedziałem na courtside, mogłem sprawić żeby sędzia się potknąłmówiąc przez moje nastawienie, że jestem niewątpliwie z...Ref.:Nowy York, przybywam tam gdzie sny stają się rzeczywistościąNie ma rzeczy niemożliwych,Tu, w Nowym Yorku,Te ulice sprawią, że poczujesz się nowiusieńki,ogromne światła cię zainspirują,Usłyszmy to dla Nowego York'u, Nowego York'u, Nowego York'u,Znajdziesz mnie na Bronxie z OG* na stadionie Jankesów,Cholera, przysporzyłem Jankesowi więcej sławy niż Jankes mógł mieć,Powinieneś wiedzieć, że krwawię na niebiesko, ale nie jestem jednak Crip'em*ale miałem gang Niggas, chadzając z moim klikiem,Witamy w tyglu, w kątach gdzie sprzedaże wstrząsają,Afryka Bambataa shit, dom hip-hop'u,żółta taksówka, taksówka biorąca pasażerów na lewo, taksówka za dolara, hejże dla cudzoziemców,to nie dla nich, oni zachowują się jakby zapomnieli jak powinni się zachowywać,8 milionów historii, w środku tego nagi,Miasto jest słabe, połowa z was nie zrobi tego,miałem wtyczkę, specjalna edycja ,I Got It Made'Jeśli Jeezy płaci Lebronowi, ja płacę Dwayne Wade,*Trzy kostki Cee-Lo, trzy karty Molly,parada święta pracy, spoczywaj w pokoju Bob'ie Marley'u,Statua wolności, długiego życia World Trade,długiego życia Kingdome, jestem z Empire oślepiają, dziewczyny potrzebują olśniewać,więc oni muszą kroczyć szybko po granicy, linie bocznesą na podszewce z ofiar, które sączą życie mimochodem,wtedy stopniowo stają się gorsze, nie gryź liścia jabłoni,nadrabiając stratę w dobrym towarzystwie, teraz jesteś w modzie,koniec mroźnej zimy, a ty wystrojony, lekko ubrany*Miasto grzechu, wieje słabościągrzeczne dziewczynki stają się złe, miasto wypełnia się nimi,Mami wziął je na wycieczkę autobusową, skoro pokazała swój biust,Każdy po niej jedzie, jak na trasie autobusowej,,Zdrowaś Mario' do miasta, jesteś dziewicą,i Jezus nie mógł cię uratować, bo gdy kończy się kościół, zaczyna się życiePrzybądź tu do szkoły, przejdź do światowego życia,Piłkarze, raperzy, uzależnieni od blasku sławy,MDMA sprawi, że poczujesz się jak mistrz,Miasto nigdy nie śpi, wiec jeśli chcesz zasnąć łyknij Ambien*Alicia Keys:Jedna ręka w powietrzu dla dużego miasta,Latarnie uliczne, wielkie sny, wszystko wygląda ładnie,Nie ma miejsca na świecie, które mogłoby mu dorównać,Wznieście swoje zapalniczki w powietrze,Każdy mówi: "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"SŁOWNIK (*)TriBeCa- chyba chodzi tu o całkiem przyjemną terenóweczkę od SubaruStashBox -tajna skrytka na niewielkich rozmiarów przedmiotySiostry Simmons- córki Josepha “Rev Run” Simmons’a sprzedają buty o nazwie ‘pastry’, ich rodzina występuje w reality show Run’s House na MTVBK- Beyonce KnowlesBed-Stuy- dzielnica BrooklynuCourtside- miejsce znajdujące się tak blisko parkietu (na meczu kosza), że gdy wystawi się nogę można kopnąć sędziegoKnicks & Nets- drużyny koszykarskieNigga- bo brzmi lepiej niż ‘czarnuch’OG- tu mam problem, ale możliwe, że chodzi o ‘original gangsta’Krwawi na niebiesko, bo nowojorskie drużyny mają niebieskie barwy, ale nie jest częścią gangu ‘Crip’, którego kolorem też jest niebieskiJeśli Jeezy płaci Lebronowi, ja płacę Dwayne Wade- odnosi się do słów innego rapera Jeezy’ego, infomuje, że on (Jay-Z) płaci za kilogram kokainykoniec mroźnej zimy, a ty wystrojony, lekko ubrany- tak, żeby wyglądać dobrze w ‘Vouge’Ambien- to, co prawdopodobnie spowodowało zgon Jokera [Jay-Z]yeahYeah I'm out that I'm down in 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 referee...tell by my attitude that I'm MOST DEFINITELY FROM...[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York[Jay-Z]I made you hot n-gga,Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho,but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,welcome to the melting pot,corners where we selling rocks,Afrika bambaataa sh-t,home of the hip hop,yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,8 million stories out there and they're naked,city it's a pity half of y'all won't make it,me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade,3 dice cee-lo3 card marley,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 thats[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New YorkWelcome to the bright light..[Jay-Z]Lights is blinding,girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick,the side lines is blind with casualties,who sip the lite 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 girls gone bad, the city's filled with them,Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,everybody ride her, just like a bus route,Hail Mary to the city your 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 a Ambien[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York[Alicia Keys]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 yeaaahhcome on, come,yeah,[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York YeahZwrotkaYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, Iould trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most defiinitely from....RefrenNewww Yooorrrkkkk, I'm becomin' where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doout of Neww YooorrrrkkkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,Neeeew YooorrrkkkkZwrotkaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne WadeThree dice cee-lo, three card mollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that'sRefrenZwrotkaLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienRefrenPrzejścieOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"Refren [Jay-Z]yeahYeah I'm out that I'm down in 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 referee...tell by my attitude that I'm MOST DEFINITELY FROM...[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York[Jay-Z]I made you hot n-gga,Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho,but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,welcome to the melting pot,corners where we selling rocks,Afrika bambaataa sh-t,home of the hip hop,yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,8 million stories out there and they're naked,city it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it,me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,3 dice cee-lo3 card marley,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 thats…[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New YorkWelcome to the bright light..[Jay-Z]Lights is blinding,girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick,the side lines is blind with casualties,who sip the lite 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 girls gone bad, the city's filled with them,Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,everybody ride her, just like a bus route,Hail Mary to the city your 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 a Ambien[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York[Alicia Keys]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 yeaaahhcome on, come,yeah,[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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 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
Oooooohh, New York Oooooohh, New York Grew up in a town that is famous as the place of movie scenes Noise was always loud, there are sirens all around, and the streets are mean "If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere" – that's what they say Seeing my face in lights or my name on marquees found down on Broadway Even if it ain’t all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from 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! On the Avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard Such a meltin' pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge I'm gon' make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from 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 lookin' pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaah, yeaaaah 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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Yeah! Yeah, I′m out that 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, hola, 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 a Simmons whipping pastry Cruisin′ down 8th street, off-white Lexus Drivin′ so slow, but BK is from Texas Me I'm out that 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, Knick′s and Nets give me high-fives I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York (ayy, aha) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of There′s nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay) Now you′re in New York (aha, aha, aha) (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (new) Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay) Let′s hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (come on) New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game That 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 meltin′ pot, corners where we sellin' 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' Dwyane Wade Three dice Cee Lo, three card Monte Labour 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 (ayy) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There′s nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (okay) Now you′re in New York (uh, yeah) (Welcome to the bright light, baby) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let′s hear it for New York (come on) New York (yeah), New York (uh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Lined with casualties who sip the life casually Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve! Caught up in the in-crowd, now you′re in-style And when 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 Mami, 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 feelin′ like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien In New York (ayy, ah) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can′t do (okay) Now you′re in New York (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let's hear it for New York (come on) New York (yeah), New York (uh) One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all lookin′ pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (come on) "Yeah, yeah" (come on) In New York (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin′ you can't do (okay) Now you′re in New York (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let's hear it for New York (come on) New York (yeah), New York (uh)Writer(s): Shawn C Carter, Alicia J Augello Cook, Robinson Sylvia, Angela Ann Hunte, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Bert Keyes, Jane't Sewell Lyrics powered by
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