GTA III - LIBERTY CITY | The worst place in America | 2000s East Coast Hip Hop (Original AI Song) скачать в хорошем качестве

GTA III - LIBERTY CITY | The worst place in America | 2000s East Coast Hip Hop (Original AI Song)

Welcome to FEO Music 4 Gamers! 🎧 This is an original tribute inspired by GTA III - Liberty City Genre: 2000s East Coast Hip Hop Lyrics: Written by me Music & vocals: Produced using Suno AI PRO v. 5 Ownership: I own the rights to this original song and its composition My mission is to blend the worlds of gaming and music across every genre. If you enjoyed this track, please Subscribe and hit the bell to join our community and never miss a beat! 🎶 Lyrics: I know this city. It’s a graveyard with better lighting. Steam rising from the grates, masking the crime Red lights in Hepburn Heights, doing bitter time The Mafia’s at Momma’s, whispering in the back While the Triads move the Spank in a stolen Manana black. Under the el-train, the shadows start to dance In Portland, you don't get a second chance. Liberty City, the city of the grey Where the dreams of the morning are sold by midday Three islands of concrete, a heartbeat of lead The "Worst Place in America," or so it’s been said. Cross the bridge to the center, where the money is cold Staunton’s got a conscience that’s already been sold. Neon reflections on a windshield pane High-rises hiding the blood in the rain. It’s a jungle of marble, a fortress of steel Where you’re only as good as your last dirty deal. Up the winding hills where the mansions hide the scars Shoreside's watching through the cold suburban bars. The Dodo's wings are clipped, it’ll never leave the ground While the dam is groaning with a heavy, hollow sound. From the heights of Cedar Grove to the airport's lonely gate In the "Vale of Hope" you only learn to wait. The game is almost over, but the ghosts are never gone Just a shadow in the mirror when the sirens meet the dawn. Keep your eyes on the road, keep your hands on the wheel... In this town, you forget how to feel. Just a ghost in the rain... Just a shadow in the rain... (The payphone is ringing... but nobody’s there.) Liberty City, the city of the grey Where the dreams of the morning are sold by midday Three islands of concrete, a heartbeat of lead The "Worst Place in America," or so it’s been said. Up the winding hills where the mansions hide the scars Shoreside's watching through the cold suburban bars. The Dodo's wings are clipped, it’ll never leave the ground While the dam is groaning with a heavy, hollow sound. From the heights of Cedar Grove to the airport's lonely gate In the "Vale of Hope" you only learn to wait. The game is almost over, but the ghosts are never gone Just a shadow in the mirror when the sirens meet the dawn. Out of mind... out of sight... “All rights to the game's universe belong to Rockstar Games. This is a fan-made tribute.”