Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

Life's a battle, mean streets eat you
Blocks'll have you, tryin' to maintain your
Through the and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up your
Through the Hot Apple, night time shots
Bucka, bucka, bucka, fiends 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
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that cool
I caught smaller cases 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 realest
Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
N.Y.M.P, the
Marcy,

Yo, I come through, gettin' money, on twenties
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but shit sunny
Hot shells thing niggaz could get from me
Cocktails thrown in your living room,
I'm so
They should've never let me go on yo
I'm a hustler, accept
No facilities can correct that

I a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at
It's where that dough is homey, gotta get
Gotta get away, try but head back
Uhh, street smart niggaz got left
Some died, they stacks
Me, I right and on top of that I'm dog nice
been cold as fuck before ice
Not Christ, but a long fuckin' 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 Death in the face back
I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared
I'm from where you don't crack, the don't live
You gotta bounce back homey, the don't give
I and rape villages, who gon' stop me?
Not Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I, pop him
Shit, I grassy 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, they killed my
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 would've thought I'd make it big, 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, music niggaz
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, is project
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin'
with me