Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

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

Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, ain't cool
I caught smaller tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my 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, money, sittin' on twenties
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but ain't sunny
Hot shells only thing niggaz get from me
Cocktails thrown in living room, ka-boom
I'm so
They should've let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, accept
No facilities can correct that

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

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

I big when, I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the gonna 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 lost
'Cause I used to roam them
Still I knowledge, dropped 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 niggaz
Marcy, New York,
N.Y.M.P, the realest, me

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