歌词
New York Times （Feat.50 Cent & Bas） - J. Cole
纽约时报
这首献给所有在纽约的朋友们
This for all my niggas in the city
这绝对是献给皇后区的
真诚的献上
This shit really for Queens though
你们懂吗
大城市的梦想是要用实际行动规划的
Really for Queens though
像机器一样赚着钞票（PS:这啥单词？）
懂不？yeah
Ya know?
纽约时光
来欣赏这些来自纽约的旋律
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
打南方的我装着纽约人的思想
在钢筋丛林的皇后区妄图称帝
Getting money regimine with my get money machine
不择手段的去赚着更多的钞票
见证着纽约时报的变迁，竭力不上那个头条（头条多死人）
Nah mean? yeah
虽然不是土生土长纽约客，但我也能称职做个纽约记者
说到这，我认为+生活没有那么糟糕+，我还亲吻了她的女儿
Yeah New York times
在这个城市，兄弟们会在遇到危险时抛弃你
Come listen to these New York rhymes
没错，你会听到暴力和令人不安的新闻
感谢上帝，一个兄弟头部中枪幸免于难
A southern nigga with a New York mind
但昏迷了好几月，眼睛也没有能睁开
我一朋友显然紧张透了，抽光了整根大烟来减压
In the concrete jungle of Queen trying to be kings
我还能说什么，我无法感同身受
我所能做的只是祈祷
Getting to the money of sins by any means
这是座让上帝告诉我“去做吧”的城市
As I watch it all, pain out, trying not to stand out
我和命运其实有个约会，但我感觉快要失约了
Fish out of water, unofficial reporter
小子喂，拿张报纸把，你应该买一份（赚钱是要付出代价的）
Appear, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter
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In a city with nigga will leave you shit outta order
纽约时光
So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news
（这还有，还有这，全部读光她）
Shot a brother in the head, thank the lord he ain't dead
他们说你只要赢下这里
Was in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened them once
世界就是你的
My nigga visibally stretch in a mess he's smoking a blunt
如果你连纽约都没闯荡过，那你到哪儿都支不开
What could I say, I can't relate to that
努力扒分，这真的不只是游戏那么简单
All I do is pray for that
列车上同一地方每时都聚集着不同的面孔
This is city god told me : 'go and make it' at
纽约，纽约
I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that
坐上F路特快列车
Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that
驶过那些当地车站（直达梦想），我的声音让人迷醉
这是我的成功由来
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如今称帝，由我们掌控棋局
华尔街沾染着黑奴的血迹
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这意味着是我们黑人建造的这座城市
（Extra, extra, read all about it）
但黑人曾受剥削，养肥了那帮奴隶主
They say you can win anywhere
事实上，黑人得到补偿是让人绝望的事情
If you can win here
我们要的不是钱，而是要能让我的孩子得到真正的教育
And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
但杀人越货的事件四溢这仍是现实启示
美国南部让你意识到种族隔离依然猖獗
Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
我不想说道，我只是说出我的想法
Same place, different face, on the train, man
有时我想拯救这个世界
New York, New York
但不知从何入手
Hop on the F train, took the express train
我要用行动，带着我的兄弟们奔向乐园
Skip that local shit, my vocal sick
想象着这个远离痛苦的世界
That's how success came
漫漫长夜也不再担惊受怕
Once kings now we pawns in this chess game
远离犯罪，大家同舟共济（奔小康）
Wall Street got black slave blood stains
但现实是，我们要等到死才能上头条（R.I.P. To Tupac and Biggie）
Which means, we built this city
纽约时报
And never got scraps while the devil got fat
纽约时报
In fact, reparation for niggas and desperation
纽约时光
（这还有，还有这，全部读光她）
Fuck money, get my kid a real education
他们说你只要赢下这里
Blood money spills, had a real revelation
世界就是你的
Southside make you realize there's still segregation
如果你连纽约都没闯荡过，那你到哪儿都支不开
Don't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loud
努力扒分，这真的不只是游戏那么简单
Sometimes I wanna save the world and
列车上同一地方每时都聚集着不同的面孔
I be thinking bout how
纽约，纽约
To lead my niggas to paradise
我从卖叶子和毒品起家
Imagine the world, free from pain
直到有次和J Cole一起吃了顿牛排，和Drake玩了把FIFA
And we no longer scared the night
本该在美利坚犯事，那些赃款就都将是条子的财产
Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind
如今我在考虑我利润的增长，并打算在湖边买套房
We gon make it primetime till we dyin'
让我用说唱带你去感受那儿
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给你看看国家首脑和匪帮头头做的事
那帮冒牌货只会吹嘘却从未经历过
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我早已东山再起，买的车子你连见都没见过
旅游的城市名字你都没听过，而我以前就来自那凶杀不断的街头
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坏条子想法设法搜查我们以此力证，赶我们走
（Extra, extra, read all about it）
真想把他们赶尽杀绝，全他妈杀光
They say you can win anywhere
如果不能把他们关监狱里
If you can win here
那就关棺材里吧
And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here
送他们见上帝，操蛋，也带上你们的良知
Ball so hard you aint really in the game man
就是一晚上这个城市穿梭过百来发子弹，
Same place, different face, on the train, man
都无法触动我的心了朋友
New York, New York
娘泡们，还是省省吧
How I go from selling reefa and plates
就是一晚上这个城市穿梭了上白发子弹，都无法触动我的心
Till eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake
纽约时报
Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes
纽约时报
Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake
纽约时光
Let me properly immigrate you to it
（这还有，还有这，全部读光她）
Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it
他们说你只要赢下这里
Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through it
世界就是你的
I done been up in everything, cars you never seen
如果你连纽约都没闯荡过，那你到哪儿都支不开
City's you never heard of, from the streets where they murder
努力扒分，这真的不只是游戏那么简单
Police observe us till they reach the verdict
列车上同一地方每时都聚集着不同的面孔
Kill 'em all, fucking kill 'em all
纽约，纽约
If you can't send 'em till the pen
Send 'em to the morgue
Send 'em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broad
Hundred shots through the dark
But they never hit my heart, nigga
Bitch nigga, take a pause
Hundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart
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（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
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