Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

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, to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop through you by code
Pigs to grab you and lock up your soul
Through the Hot Apple, night time crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the 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, that ain't
I caught cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to through
Ghost-like, hear the cries from the souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it goes

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
Niggaz me shade, but ain't shit sunny
Hot shells only thing niggaz could get me
Cocktails thrown in your room, ka-boom
I'm so
They should've never let me go on yo
I'm a hustler, accept
No facilities can correct that

I took a step back, I myself, seen where my head was at
It's where dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but back
Uhh, street niggaz got left back
Some died, left stacks
Me, I ball and on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cold as before ice
Not before Christ, but a long time
Get your mind 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 niggaz
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 give
I take and rape villages, who gon' me?
Not Rudy Giuliani, not Hillary
I, still pop him
Shit, I knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now

I big when, I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four get'cha
Between life and death, killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost
'Cause I used to them halls
I spit knowledge, dropped 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 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, stompin'
with me