Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

Life's a battle, streets eat you alive
Blocks'll you, tryin' to maintain your 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, tryin' to gaffle you

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

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

Yo, I through, gettin' money, sittin' on twenties
throwin' me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggaz could get me
thrown in your living room, ka-boom
I'm so
They should've let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, that
No correctional facilities can correct

I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen my head was at
where that dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but back
Uhh, smart niggaz got left back
Some died, they left
Me, I right and on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cold as fuck ice
Not before Christ, but a fuckin' time
Get your mind 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 looked Death in the face back
I held back, I gathered myself and stared back
I'm where you don't crack, the weak don't live
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't
I and rape villages, who gon' stop me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy and hilltop him, it's all political now

I think big when, I at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four 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, teacher I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped
Who would've 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, thug music
This is Brooklyn, is gangsta, this is project
Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, grounds
with me