歌词
uh-yeah
ah-ha
[Verse]
In the heart of the city where the lights never sleep,
Concrete jungle where the rhythm runs deep.
Horns blaring, saxophone wails in the night,
In the land of opportunity, where dreams take flight.
Welcome to NYC, where the jazz fills the air,
Streets alive with rhythm, you can feel it everywhere.
From Harlem to Brooklyn, the beat never dies,
In this urban symphony, under the city skies.
On the corner of 52nd and Broadway,
MC's spit rhymes, where the jazz heads sway.
Trumpets blare, and the bassline grooves,
In this melting pot of cultures, where creativity proves.
Welcome to NYC, where the jazz fills the air,
Streets alive with rhythm, you can feel it everywhere.
From Harlem to Brooklyn, the beat never dies,
In this urban symphony, under the city skies.
From the clubs to the rooftops, the music flows,
In the heartbeat of the city, where inspiration grows.
Dancers move to the beat, poets find their rhyme,
In this fusion of cultures, where the spirit of jazz shines.
In the underground speakeasies, where legends are born,
Where the soul of the city is forever worn.
From the Bowery to the Village, the scene comes alive,
In the soulful soundscapes where dreams thrive.
[Break to Chorus]
Welcome to NYC, where the jazz fills the air,
Streets alive with rhythm, you can feel it everywhere.
From Harlem to Brooklyn, the beat never dies,
In this urban symphony, under the city skies.
(oh yeah)
(ah-huh)
Hallelujaaah!
[Outro]
So let the music play on, in the city that never sleeps,
Where the spirit of jazz runs deep.
In the heart of NYC, where dreams are spun,
In this jazz-infused tapestry, where we all become one.
