Karaoké Empire State of Mind Jay-Z & Alicia Keys

Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn now I'm down in Tribeca right next to DeNiro 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 all of my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway brought me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash spot

Five Sixty State street

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry

Cruising down eighth street off-white Lexus driving 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 sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives

Nigga I be spiked out

I could trip a referee tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle

Hey ah ha yeah where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Yeah

Now you're in New York

Ah ha, ah ha

These streets will make

You feel brand new

New, come on

You welcome OG

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York

New York, New York

I made you hot baby

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Shit I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can

You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip through

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

Welcome to the melting pot corners where we selling rock

Afrika Bambaataa shit 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 act

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 paying Dwyane Wade

Three dice cee-lo three-card monte

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, hey

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in

New York

Welcome to the bright light babe

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York

New York, New York

Lights is blinding girls need blinders

Or they could 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

End of the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out

City of sin it's a pity on the whim good girls gone bad the city's filled with them

Mommy 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 ends

Came here for school graduated to the high life ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight

MDMA got you feeling like a champion

The city never sleeps better slip you an Ambien

In New York, concrete jungle

Hey oh where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in

New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York

New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty

No place in the world that can compare

Put your lighters in the air everybody say

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

In New York oh oh oh ooh oh oh oh

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in

New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you hear it for New York