Kevin Rudolf ft. Nas - NYC | Текст песни

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• Kevin Rudolf ft. Nas
• NYC

[Chorus]
In the city of dreams
you get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart at the seams
Toniiiiiight
That boy, he used to bomb
From BK to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one
who DIIIIIIIES

(NAS - "New York, we ready")

[Verse 1: Kevin Rudolf]
He moved from L-A-S to SoHo
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall, punched hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control (FUCK THAT)
Certified son of a gun
Lives life, lesson 1-0-1
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun

[Chorus]
In the city of dreams
you get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart at the seams
Toniiiiiight
That boy, he used to bomb
From BK to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one
who DIIIIIIIES

[Verse 2: Kevin Rudolf]
He was N-Y's talk of the town
Heard out to the L.I. Sound
He started dating models
and he figured it out
He used to be a nice guy
Then he cut that shit out
Bonafied sex machine
No better then a vow he feigned
She wanted a ride to upper east side
But he dropped her ass off in Queens

[Chorus]
Cuz In the city of dreams
you get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart at the seams
Toniiiiiight
That boy would play his guitar
Like he was ready for war (Nas - "You ready Kev?)
And then he'd lift up his voice (It's your man Nas)
The the SKYYYY. (Let's take a trip through New York City. Let's go.)

[Verse 3: Nas]
OK, my city, my town, my crown
Michael Bloomberg, forget what ya heard
I'm thought of highly
Shop at Louis, Gianni
Christina LaCrosse shades
What can a boss say?
City, bus, the subway
cabs, the runway
Ski mask and gunplay
My past at a young age
The illest city on the planet
Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin'
We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers
My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
Was just generations of style
to get five luminous minutes with me
Interviews on how I flipped 62's just isn't my style
I spit what I'm livin' right now
I'm out on the town, Gold Bars
Shuttin it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
To the ceilin'
Then it's allowed for
53rd Street, right near the Hilton
I'm fightin the feelin'
I had when I was lightin' up buildins
Now I'm writin' for millions of listeners
Critics who just don't get it
They try dissin' us
New York full of Kings and Queens
All the rest just mimic us

[Chorus]
Cuz In the city of dreams
you get caught up in the schemes
and fall apart at the seams
Toniiiiiight
That boy would play his guitar
Like he was ready for war
And then he'd lift up his voice
To the SKYYYYY.