Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

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

Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury
After you, up the
Tryin' to you big numbers, you got math 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, the cries from the tortured souls
nights, I hold my toast 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 shit
Hot shells only thing could get from me
thrown in your living room, ka-boom
I'm so
They 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, seen where my was at
It's that dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, try but head back
Uhh, street smart got left back
Some died, left stacks
Me, I ball right and on top of that I'm dog
Jigga been cold as fuck ice
Not before Christ, but a long fuckin'
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 tears back, I myself and stared back
I'm from where you crack, the weak don't live
You gotta back homey, the streets don't give
I take and villages, who gon' stop me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all now

I think big when, I at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna
Between life and death, they my spirit
So what life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam halls
Still I spit knowledge, 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 realest
Marcy, New York,
N.Y.M.P, the realest, me

Educated, thug music
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is
Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, grounds
with me