Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

Yeah, N.Y.M.P. the realest, uhh
This is thug music, niggaz

a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you, to maintain your course
the potholes and gravel
Hot and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, night time shots
Bucka, bucka, bucka, fiends tryin' to you

Not only cokeheads, but the in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the
Tryin' to you big numbers, you got math to do
to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool
I smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to through
Ghost-like, the cries from the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast and it goes like

N.Y.M.P., the realest
N.Y.M.P., the realest
Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the
Marcy,

Yo, I through, gettin' money, sittin' on twenties
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but ain't sunny
Hot shells only thing could get from me
thrown in your living room, ka-boom
I'm so
They should've let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, accept
No correctional can correct that

I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my was at
It's that dough is homey, gotta get that
get away, some try but head back
Uhh, street niggaz got left back
Some died, they stacks
Me, I ball right and on top of that I'm dog
been cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long fuckin'
Get mind right niggaz

N.Y.M.P, the
Uh huh uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Uhh uh huh, uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Marcy, me

I looked Death in the face back
I held back, I gathered myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak live
You gotta bounce back homey, the don't give
I take and rape villages, who gon' me?
Not Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, all political now

I big when, I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four get'cha
Between life and death, they my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to
I pat myself, teacher said I was a cause
'Cause I used to roam them
Still I spit knowledge, out of high school, skipped college
Who thought I'd make it big, like Ms. Wallace?

Uhh, yeah,
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Brooklyn,
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the realest
Marcy, New York,
N.Y.M.P, the realest, me

Educated, thug music
This is Brooklyn, is gangsta, this is project
Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin'
with me