Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and 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 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
Then for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to 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 hello to the devil Danze'll
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin'
Put in work in cold game, soldier, I use work as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I 'em the whole 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 raised hell in
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the before I tear 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
Motherfuckers don't like Fame I'm not cream filled
I feel I speak so I speak what I feel
and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and on walls

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