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  • 作词 : Curtis Jackson/Bas/Jermaine Cole
    作曲 : Curtis Jackson/Bas/Jermaine Cole
    New York Times (Feat.50 Cent & Bas) - J. Cole

    This for all my ****** in the city

    This **** really for Queens though

    Really for Queens though

    Ya know?

    Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes

    Getting money regimine with my get money machine

    Nah mean? yeah

    Yeah New York times
    Come listen to these New York rhymes

    A southern ***** with a New York mind

    In the concrete jungle of Queen trying to be kings

    Getting to the money of sins by any means
    As I watch it all, pain out, trying not to stand out
    Fish out of water, unofficial reporter
    Appear, life is a ***** I blow a kiss at her daughter
    In a city with ***** will leave you **** 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 ***** visibally stretch in a mess he's smoking a blunt
    What could I say, I can't relate to that
    All I do is pray for that
    This is 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

    Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
    Same place, different face, on the train, man
    New York, New York
    Hop on the F train, took the express train
    Skip that local ****, 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 ****** and desperation

    **** 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
    To lead my ****** to paradise
    Imagine the world, free from pain
    And we no longer scared the night
    Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind
    We gon make it primetime till we dyin'
    The New York Times

    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
    Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
    Same place, different face, on the train, man
    New York, New York
    How I go from selling reefa and plates
    Till eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake
    Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes
    Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake
    Let me properly immigrate you to it
    Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it
    Them ****** talk a lot of **** but they ain't been through it
    I done been up in everything, cars you never seen
    City's you never heard of, from the streets where they murder
    Police observe us till they reach the verdict
    Kill 'em all, ******* kill 'em all
    If you can't send 'em till the pen
    Send 'em to the morgue
    Send 'em to the Lord, **** it, send his broad
    Hundred shots through the dark
    But they never hit my heart, *****

    ***** *****, take a pause
    Hundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart
    The New York Times

    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
    Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
    Same place, different face, on the train, man
    New York, New York
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Curtis Jackson/Bas/Jermaine Cole
    [00:00.036] 作曲 : Curtis Jackson/Bas/Jermaine Cole
    [00:00.73]New York Times (Feat.50 Cent & Bas) - J. Cole
    [00:03.04]
    [00:09.63]This for all my ****** in the city
    [00:10.71]
    [00:15.95]This **** really for Queens though
    [00:17.20]
    [00:19.76]Really for Queens though
    [00:20.95]
    [00:22.45]Ya know?
    [00:23.01]
    [00:27.69]Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
    [00:30.95]
    [00:31.88]Getting money regimine with my get money machine
    [00:34.56]
    [00:36.00]Nah mean? yeah
    [00:40.68]
    [00:44.50]Yeah New York times
    [00:46.06]Come listen to these New York rhymes
    [00:47.56]
    [00:48.56]A southern ***** with a New York mind
    [00:50.36]
    [00:50.93]In the concrete jungle of Queen trying to be kings
    [00:53.42]
    [00:54.05]Getting to the money of sins by any means
    [00:56.26]As I watch it all, pain out, trying not to stand out
    [00:59.57]Fish out of water, unofficial reporter
    [01:01.82]Appear, life is a ***** I blow a kiss at her daughter
    [01:05.00]In a city with ***** will leave you **** outta order
    [01:07.62]So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news
    [01:10.43]Shot a brother in the head, thank the lord he ain't dead
    [01:13.30]Was in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened them once
    [01:16.11]My ***** visibally stretch in a mess he's smoking a blunt
    [01:18.94]What could I say, I can't relate to that
    [01:20.69]All I do is pray for that
    [01:22.41]This is city god told me : 'go and make it' at
    [01:25.35]I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that
    [01:27.97]Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that
    [01:30.93]
    [01:32.74]The New York Times
    [01:33.55]
    [01:38.41]The New York Times
    [01:39.66](Extra, extra, read all about it)
    [01:41.78]They say you can win anywhere
    [01:43.16]If you can win here
    [01:44.47]And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
    [01:46.71]
    [01:47.27]Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
    [01:49.96]Same place, different face, on the train, man
    [01:52.64]New York, New York
    [01:53.70]Hop on the F train, took the express train
    [01:56.01]Skip that local ****, my vocal sick
    [01:57.45]That's how success came
    [01:59.16]Once kings now we pawns in this chess game
    [02:02.33]Wall Street got black slave blood stains
    [02:04.77]Which means, we built this city
    [02:07.32]And never got scraps while the devil got fat
    [02:09.88]In fact, reparation for ****** and desperation
    [02:12.38]
    [02:13.00]**** money, get my kid a real education
    [02:15.81]Blood money spills, had a real revelation
    [02:18.49]Southside make you realize there's still segregation
    [02:21.63]Don't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loud
    [02:23.88]Sometimes I wanna save the world and
    [02:25.44]I be thinking bout how
    [02:26.81]To lead my ****** to paradise
    [02:29.32]Imagine the world, free from pain
    [02:30.91]And we no longer scared the night
    [02:32.72]Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind
    [02:35.28]We gon make it primetime till we dyin'
    [02:37.59]The New York Times
    [02:38.53]
    [02:40.50]The New York Times
    [02:41.38]
    [02:46.18]The New York Times
    [02:47.43](Extra, extra, read all about it)
    [02:49.30]They say you can win anywhere
    [02:50.67]If you can win here
    [02:52.17]And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
    [02:54.92]Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
    [02:57.79]Same place, different face, on the train, man
    [03:00.35]New York, New York
    [03:01.41]How I go from selling reefa and plates
    [03:03.34]Till eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake
    [03:06.21]Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes
    [03:08.89]Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake
    [03:11.89]Let me properly immigrate you to it
    [03:14.64]Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it
    [03:17.58]Them ****** talk a lot of **** but they ain't been through it
    [03:20.20]I done been up in everything, cars you never seen
    [03:23.26]City's you never heard of, from the streets where they murder
    [03:26.82]Police observe us till they reach the verdict
    [03:29.93]Kill 'em all, ******* kill 'em all
    [03:32.12]If you can't send 'em till the pen
    [03:33.55]Send 'em to the morgue
    [03:35.05]Send 'em to the Lord, **** it, send his broad
    [03:37.42]Hundred shots through the dark
    [03:38.61]But they never hit my heart, *****
    [03:40.42]
    [03:41.29]***** *****, take a pause
    [03:43.01]Hundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart
    [03:45.57]The New York Times
    [03:46.50]
    [03:48.31]The New York Times
    [03:49.26]
    [03:53.94]The New York Times
    [03:54.94](Extra, extra, read all about it)
    [03:57.12]They say you can win anywhere
    [03:58.37]If you can win here
    [03:59.93]And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
    [04:02.55]Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
    [04:05.36]Same place, different face, on the train, man
    [04:08.11]New York, New York