Luyện nghe bài hát Nymp

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

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

Not cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz
you, up the avenue
Tryin' to you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer, shit, that cool
I smaller cases tryin' to get cap or two
Up against the wall, tryin' to pass
Ghost-like, hear the cries the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it goes

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 sunny
Hot shells only thing niggaz could get me
Cocktails in your living room, ka-boom
I'm so
should've never let me go on probation yo
I'm a hustler, that
No facilities can correct that

I took a back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at
where that dough is homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but back
Uhh, street smart got left back
Some died, they left
Me, I ball right and on top of I'm dog nice
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 years back
I held back, I gathered myself and stared back
I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't
You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't
I take and rape villages, who gon' me?
Not Giuliani, not Hillary Rodham
Still I, 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 gonna get'cha
Between life and death, killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped
Who thought I'd make it big, like 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 niggaz
This is Brooklyn, is gangsta, this is project
shit, N.Y.M.P, the realest niggaz
Marcy, Brooklyn, grounds
with me