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
Through the potholes and
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots you by code
Pigs tryin' to grab you and lock up soul
Through the Hot Apple, night shots crackle
Bucka, bucka, bucka, tryin' to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads, but the feds in the 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, tryin' to through
Ghost-like, hear the from the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast 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, gettin' money, sittin' on
Niggaz throwin' me shade, but shit sunny
Hot only 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, that
No facilities can correct that

I took a step back, I viewed myself, where my head was at
It's where that is homey, gotta get that
get away, some try but head back
Uhh, street smart niggaz got back
Some died, they stacks
Me, I ball right and on top of that I'm dog
Jigga been cold as 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 in the face years 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 Rodham
I, still pop him
Shit, I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all now

I big when, I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four get'cha
Between and death, they killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can me to ball
I pat myself, teacher I was a lost cause
I used to roam them halls
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of school, skipped college
Who would've thought I'd make it big, Ms. Wallace?

Uhh, yeah,
N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
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, this is gangsta, this is
Real shit, N.Y.M.P, the niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin'
with me