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Empire State of Mind - Jay-Z/Alicia Keys (艾莉西亚·凯斯)
Lyrics by：Shuckburgh/Sewell/Carter/Hunt/Augello/Keyes
Composed by：Shuckburgh/Sewell/Carter/Hunt/Augello/Keyes
JAY-Z：

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
Dimelo
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 whippin' 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 Knicks and Nets give me high fives
N***a I be spiked out I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Alicia Keys/Jay-Z：
In New York
Ayy aha
Uh yeah
Concrete jungle
Where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Okay
Now you're in New York
Aha aha aha
These streets will make you feel brand-new
New
Big lights will inspire you
Come on
Let's hear it for New York
You welcome OG
Uh
New York
I made you hot n***a
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
S**t 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 n***as walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa s**t 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 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 that's
Ayy
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
That boy good
Welcome to the bright lights baby
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
Into the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
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 end
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
Ayy ow
Alicia Keys：
One hand in the air for the big city
Oh
Street lights big dreams all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Nah
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
"Yeah yeah"
Come on come on