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アーティスト:J.Cole  アルバム:Born Sinner 

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New York times Come listen to these New York rhymes A southern nigga with a New York mind In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings Getting to the money of sins by any means As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out Fish out of water, yet an official reporter Up here, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter In a city where niggas will leave you shit outta order So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news Shot a brother in the head, thank the lord he ain't dead Was in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened them once My nigga visibally stressed in a mess he's smoking his blunt What could I say, I can't relate to that All I do is pray for that This the city god told me : 'go and make it' at I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that The New York Times The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New York, New York Hop on the F train, took the express train Skip that local shit, my vocal sick That's how success came Once kings now we pawns in this chess game Wall street got black slave blood stains Which means, we built this city And never got scraps while the devil got fat In fact, reparation for niggas in desperation Fuck money, get my kid a real education Blood money spills, had a real revelation Southside make you realize there's still segregation Don't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loud Sometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking bout how My motive, to lead my niggas to


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