Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

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 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 shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap

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

Yo P, time to rock, the 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 them like who done it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, 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 I believe that's me
Yo get on the mic and the Symphony

Say to the devil Danze'll kick
Whenever hit, It's E MO-PMD 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 family has trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have hell in midtown
And gunned down in traffic 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

up
Yo I believe 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 what I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
Open up back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
Drink brews, out bitches, and piss on walls

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