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, tryin' to maintain course
Through the and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock
Foes tryin' to pop through you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, time shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, fiends to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the in the Mercury Topaz
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got to do
Tryin' to you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool
I caught cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it 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 come through, money, sittin' on twenties
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but ain't shit
Hot shells only thing could get from me
Cocktails thrown in living room, ka-boom
I'm so
should've never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, accept
No correctional facilities can that

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

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

I Death in the face years back
I held tears back, I myself and stared back
I'm from where you crack, the weak don't live
You gotta bounce homey, the streets don't give
I take and rape villages, who stop me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary
Still I, pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and him, it's all political now

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

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

Educated, thug music
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, is project
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, grounds
Fuck me