Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your broke in half for fuckin' around 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 the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then leave them who done it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough to Shock 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 I believe that's me
Yo get on the mic and rock the

Say hello to the devil kick
Whenever hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole
My family has been trained, to 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a gimme
I'm a casket we have raised hell in midtown
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your maggot ass
Boom, boom, they're

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

For gettin' the real, straight B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who know out a hugo
up your back with 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 with the shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' model, kids don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch full
The type to up 5 O in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, is a hobby
Show when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the family will come kill you with the heaters