Kunci Ukulele Ed Sheeran - Empire state of mind Versi 1

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Verse 1

Yeah, I'm out of ^BBrooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro but I’ll be hood forever I’m the new Si^Enatra and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in ^BHarlem, hola my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds Took it to my ^Estash spot, 560 State street Catch me in the ^F#kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down ^B8th street

Off-white Lexus driving so slow but BK is from Texas

Me I’m out that ^EBed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me

[Pre-Chorus]

^F#Say what up to ^G#mTyTy, still sipping mai tais Sitting court^F#side Knicks and Nets give me high fives Homie I be ^D#Spiked out, I can trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from

Chorus

^ENew York ^F#Concrete jungle where dreams are ^G#mmade, oh There's nothing you ^Bcan’t do Now you’re in ^ENew York ^F# These streets will make you feel ^G#mbrand new Big lights will ins^Bpire you Now you're in ^ENew York, New York, New York

Verse 2

^F#Catch me at the ^BX with OG at a Yankee game Yeah, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I ^Ebleed Blue, but I'm not a Crip, though

But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though

^F#Welcome to the ^Bmelting pot, corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa stuff, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, ^Egypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add

8 ^F#million stories ^Bout there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it Me I gotta ^Eplug Special Ed "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade [Pre-Chorus]

^F#3 dice ^G#mCee-lo, 3 card Marley Labor Day Pa^F#rade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of ^D#Liberty, long live the World trade

Long live the king yo, I’m from the Empire of

Chorus

Bridge 1

^ELights is blinding, the girls need blinders So ^F#they can step out of bounds quick The side lines is ^G#mlined with casualties Who sip the life casually, then ^Bgradually become worse

Don’t bite the apple, Eve

^ECaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style And in the ^F#winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out The ^G#mcity of sin is a pity on a whim Good ^Bgirls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em ^EMommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out ^F#Everybody ride her, just like a bus route ^G#m"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And ^BJesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends ^EBrought up in school, graduated to the high life ^F#Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight ^D#got you feeling like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien

Chorus

In ^ENew York ^F#Concrete jungle where dreams are ^G#mmade, oh There's nothing you ^Bcan’t do Now you’re in ^ENew York ^F# These streets will make you feel ^G#mbrand new Big lights will ins^Bpire you Now you're in ^ENew York, New York, New York

Bridge 2

^E One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty ^F# No place in the world that can compare ^G#m Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "^D#yeah!"

Chorus