Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, yeah, it
Redman, Man, Lady Luck, Def Jam
Erick and Parrish Ducats
me down, hold me down

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

Yo, I that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

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

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

Yo yo, did you ever think you catch a cap?
Yo, did you ever think you would get a
Yo, did you ever you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the
It's Doc, you know my name Hoe
My dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I dash like did
Doc, walk, thin red lines to shell

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these
Rollin' down like dice in 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

on the move, payin' them dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, they souls through rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you over heel
Smell the daffodils the lyric overkill
Feelin' the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead roach clip and spark another

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

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

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