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 you, tryin' to maintain your course
the potholes 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 your
the Hot Apple, night time shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the in the Mercury Topaz
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got to do
Tryin' to you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool
I smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up the wall, tryin' to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries the tortured souls
Most nights, I my toast tight 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 only thing niggaz could get me
thrown 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, smart niggaz got left back
died, they left stacks
Me, I right and on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a fuckin' time
Get your mind right

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 niggaz
Marcy, me

I Death in the face years back
I held tears back, I myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't
You gotta bounce homey, the streets don't give
I and rape villages, who gon' stop me?
Not Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
I, still pop him
Shit, I knoll and hilltop him, it's 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 my spirit
So little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher I was a lost cause
'Cause I to roam them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, college
Who would've thought I'd make it big, 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, thug niggaz
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is
Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin'
with me