Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

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

Not cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't
I caught smaller cases to get cap or two
Up against the wall, to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the from the tortured souls
Most nights, I my toast tight 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 come through, gettin' money, on twenties
Niggaz me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggaz could get me
Cocktails in your living room, ka-boom
I'm so
should've 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 where dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, 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
Jigga cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long time
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 niggaz
Marcy, me

I looked Death in the face back
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 take and rape villages, who stop me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Rodham
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all now

I think big when, I at you now
my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha
Between life and death, they killed my
So little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of school, skipped 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 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, is project
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, grounds
Fuck me