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

Not cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't
I smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured
Most nights, I 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 come through, gettin' money, sittin' on
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but ain't sunny
Hot only thing niggaz 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 facilities can correct that

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

I looked Death in the face years
I held tears back, I gathered and stared back
I'm from you don't crack, the weak don't live
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets give
I and rape villages, who gon' 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 and death, they killed 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 them halls
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 realest
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, music niggaz
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, grounds
Fuck me