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• csi ny 5. sezon 6. bölümün açılış şarkısı: by kevin rudolf
  in the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes
  and fall apart in the seam
  tonight
  that boy he used to bomb,
  from b.k. to the bronx and it’s the fortunate one, who dies
  
  he move from las to soho (hooo)
  a few blocks for those who don’t know (ohh)
  down the hall punched a hole in the wall
  bounced out, all are in control
  certified son of a gun
  learns life lesson 101
  don’t fly too high on your own supply
  get burnt by the sun
  
  coz in the city of dreams
  you get caught up in the schemes
  and fall apart in the seam
  tonight
  that boy he is the bomb, from b.k. to the bronx
  and it’s the fortunate one who dies
  
  he was ny’s talk of the town
  heard out to the li sound (okay)
  he started datin models and he figured it out
  he used to be a nice guy, then he cut that sh!t out
  qualified sex machine
  no better than a vowed fiend
  she wanted a ride to the upper east side but he dropped her ass off in queens
  
  coz in the city of dreams
  you get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam
  tonight
  that boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war (you ready, k?)(it’s your man nas here)
  and then he’d lift up his voice to the
  sky (take it straight through new york city)
  
  yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown
  michael bloomberg, forget what you heard
  i’m thought of highly, shoppin louie, gianni
  christian lacrosse shades, what can a boss say?
  city, bus, the subway, cab, the runway
  ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
  the illest city on the planet
  towers came down, wall street barely standin
  we crook brothers, opposite of brook brothers
  my footsteps of scatman crothers
  it’s just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me
  interviews on how i flip sixty-twos
  this isn’t my style, i spit what i’m livin right now
  i’m out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down
  bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling
  then it’s a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the hilton
  i’m fightin the feeling i had when i was lightin up buildings
  now i’m writin for millions of listeners
  critics who just don’t get it
  they try dissin us, new york full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic us
  
  coz in the city of dreams
  you get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam
  tonight
  that boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war
  and then he’d lift up his voice to the
  sky