Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab MC
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

Next up! Yo I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and the Symphony

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
necks 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, for those who want me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

Next up, yo I that's me
Yo get on the mic and the Symphony

Say hello to the Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's E blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the thing
My has been trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have raised in midtown
And gunned down in traffic 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For gettin' the real, straight from
don't like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
Motherfuck who know out a hugo
Open up your back a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

rap game is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin' killed now the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' role model, kids follow
I'ma hit this bitch full throttle
The type to raise up 5 O in your
Rap is my relgion, yeah, is a hobby
love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first family will come kill you the heaters