Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, yeah, it
Redman, Method Man, Luck, Def Jam
Erick and Parrish Millenium
Hold me down, hold me

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last to shine
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Fi-darm
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap
up

Yo, I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the

Yo yo, did you ever think you would catch a
Yo, did you ever think you get a slap?
Yo, did you ever think you would get
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the
Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the and shit
Snatch the trap then I like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red to shell shock

Hairlock fuckin' broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock tools
Rollin' down dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
With ten kids with hammers, to a camper
Yo, up

the G O D
Yo yo, get on the mic for the

Youth on the move, payin' them dues, nuttin' to
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach and spark another

Chickenhawks, theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, even for trailer park trash
yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she gave my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan, won
In the nine, I hold mine
Keep playin' with it kid, you might go blind,
them A.K.A., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and the symphony

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the
Hot, though dames is froze
Pop range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with brains exposed, and stains on clothes
better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
Stay in the S-Type, stay whippin'
When the guns spittin', or get hittin'
written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of
switchin', like tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and bitchin'
Like E and P's CD, you're out of business