[00:00.00] 作词 : Curtis Jackson/Bas/Jermaine Cole
[00:00.36] 作曲 : Curtis Jackson/Bas/Jermaine Cole
[00:00.73]New York Times （Feat.50 Cent & Bas） - J. Cole
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[00:09.63]This for all my niggas in the cit
[00:10.71]
[00:15.95]This shit really for Queens thoug
[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 b***h with a New York min
[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 b***h I blow a kiss at her daughte
[01:05.00]In a city with niggas will leave you ****ed outta orde
[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 niggas visibally stretch in a mess he's smoking a blun
[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
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[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 shit, my vocal sic
[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 niggas and desperatio
[02:12.38]
[02:13.00]**** money, get my kid a real educatio
[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 niggas to paradis
[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 niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through i
[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, ****ing kill 'em al
[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 broa
[03:37.42]Hundred shots through the dark
[03:38.61]But they never hit my heart, *****
[03:40.42]
[03:41.29]B***h please, take a paus
[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

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 niggas in the cit
This shit really for Queens thoug
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 b***h with a New York min
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 b***h I blow a kiss at her daughte
In a city with niggas will leave you ****ed outta orde
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 niggas visibally stretch in a mess he's smoking a blun
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 shit, my vocal sic
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 and desperatio
**** money, get my kid a real educatio
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 niggas to paradis
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 niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through i
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, ****ing kill 'em al
If you can't send 'em till the pen
Send 'em to the morgue
Send 'em to the Lord, **** it, send his broa
Hundred shots through the dark
But they never hit my heart, *****
B***h please, take a paus
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