Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot 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 you through
Word is bi-dond, Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I tools
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
necks snap back, like a slingshot
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
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It my fault, that 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 the symphony

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

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Got more bags than bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin' down like dice in fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta 'Bama
With ten kids hammers, hooked 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, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads 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 high down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead roach clip and spark another

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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