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 and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots you by code
Pigs tryin' to you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, time shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, fiends tryin' to you

Not only cokeheads, but the in the Mercury Topaz
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got to do
to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool
I caught smaller tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it goes

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
throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggaz get from me
Cocktails thrown in your living room,
I'm so
should've never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, that
No correctional facilities can correct

I a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at
where that dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, try but head back
Uhh, street niggaz got left back
Some died, left stacks
Me, I ball and on top of that I'm dog nice
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 niggaz
Marcy, me

I looked Death in the face years
I held tears back, I gathered myself and back
I'm from where you don't crack, the don't live
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't
I take and villages, who gon' stop me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Rodham
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, all political now

I think big when, I at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the gonna get'cha
life 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 halls
I spit 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 realest
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