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, to maintain your course
Through the potholes and
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by
Pigs tryin' to you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, time shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the
to give you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, ain't cool
I caught cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, to pass through
Ghost-like, hear the cries the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it 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, gettin' money, sittin' on
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but ain't shit
Hot shells only thing could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your room, ka-boom
I'm so
should've never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, accept
No correctional facilities can that

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

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 in the face years back
I held tears back, I gathered and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak live
You gotta back homey, the streets don't give
I take and rape villages, who gon' me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Rodham
Still I, 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 gonna
Between and death, they killed my spirit
So what life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a cause
'Cause I used to roam halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of school, skipped college
Who would've thought I'd 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 niggaz
Marcy, New York,
N.Y.M.P, the realest, me

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