Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

Life's a battle, mean streets eat you
have you, tryin' to maintain your course
Through the and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to dough
Foes tryin' to pop through you by code
Pigs tryin' to you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, time shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that cool
I smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to pass
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured
nights, I hold my toast 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 through, gettin' money, sittin' on twenties
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but shit sunny
Hot shells only niggaz could get from me
thrown in your living room, ka-boom
I'm so
should've never 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 where that dough is homey, get that
get away, some try but head back
Uhh, street smart niggaz got left
Some died, 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 fuckin' time
Get mind 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 gathered myself and stared
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak live
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't
I take and rape villages, who stop me?
Not Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all now

I think big when, I 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, can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam halls
I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college
Who would've thought I'd 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 niggaz
Marcy, New York,
N.Y.M.P, the realest, me

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