Glee Cast - Empire State of Mind (Karaoke Version) | Текст песни

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• Empire State of Mind (Karaoke Version)

Yeah,
Now 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 box
Five Sixty State street
Catch me in the kitchen
Like a Simmons with them pastries

Eight million stories
Out there in it naked (Whoa, whoa)
The city is a pity
Half o' y’all won’t make it
Me (Whoa, whoa) I gotta plug Special Ed
"I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' LeBron
I’m payin' Dwayne Wade
Three-dice Cee-Lo (Whoa, whoa)
Three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade
Rest in peace, Bob Marley
Jigga, I be spiked out
I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude
That I most definitely from

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 (Yeah)
New York (Uh, huh) (Yeah, hey)

One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah!

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) (Yeah)
New York (New York, yo whoa) (Huh, uh)

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