Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll you, tryin' to maintain your course
the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock
Foes tryin' to pop shots you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your
Through the Hot Apple, time shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the Topaz
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that cool
I caught cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to pass
Ghost-like, hear the from the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my tight and it goes like

N.Y.M.P., the niggaz
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 me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells thing niggaz could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your room, ka-boom
I'm so
They never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, that
No correctional facilities can correct

I took a step back, I viewed myself, 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
died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right and on top of that I'm dog
Jigga been 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 Death in the face years 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 streets don't
I take and villages, who gon' stop me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary
Still I, pop him
Shit, I knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now

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

Uhh, yeah,
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
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, music niggaz
This is Brooklyn, is gangsta, this is project
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin'
with me