Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the 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
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks 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 leave 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 when I'm in the
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style
up

Yo yo, Funk 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 would get a
Yo, did you ever you would get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
It's Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style dirty underground, or po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, the vein and shit
Snatch the then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, red lines to shell shock

Hairlock with fuckin' in nail shops
Hydro? Got more than bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc cock these tools
Rollin' down dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta 'Bama
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, them dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, they souls through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
Smell the from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I my high comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach and spark another

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves like Parker
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your like Godzilla
yeah, she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they me Ichiban
Clan, numba 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, that's all, solo, single no more no

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

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