Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

a battle, mean streets eat you alive
Blocks'll have you, tryin' to maintain your
the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock
Foes tryin' to pop through you by code
Pigs tryin' to you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, night time shots
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the Topaz
After you, up the
Tryin' to you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you summer, shit, that ain't cool
I caught smaller tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to pass
Ghost-like, hear the cries the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast 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, on twenties
throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells thing niggaz could get from me
Cocktails thrown in living room, ka-boom
I'm so
They never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, that
No correctional facilities can that

I took a step back, I myself, seen where my head was at
It's where that is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, try but head back
Uhh, street niggaz got left back
Some died, they left
Me, I ball right and on top of that I'm dog
Jigga cold as fuck before ice
Not Christ, but a long fuckin' time
Get your right niggaz

N.Y.M.P, the
Uh huh uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Uhh uh huh, uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the realest
Marcy, me

I Death in the face years back
I tears back, I gathered myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak live
You gotta bounce back homey, the don't 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, all political 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 what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to
I pat myself, said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam halls
I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college
Who would've I'd make 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, music niggaz
This is Brooklyn, is gangsta, this is project
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin'
Fuck me