Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab 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 strike you
is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap
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
necks snap 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
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk to shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a 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, on the mic to rock the symphony

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

Hairlock with fuckin' in nail shops
Hydro? Got more than bellhops
Two thousand on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' these tools
Rollin' down like dice in fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta 'Bama
With ten kids hammers, hooked 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, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, barin' they through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act
Hands on the steel, flip you 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 feel my high comin' down below
Aiyyo, dead that roach and spark another

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from
The broke-assed, even for trailer park trash
yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she away my pussy I'ma kill her
John phenomenon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan, won
In the whole nine, I hold
Keep playin' it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Fuck them A.K.A., for now it's Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no no less

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and the symphony

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the
Hot, though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze hoes
Leave 'em with they brains exposed, and stains on
better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
Stay in the S-Type, stay whippin'
When the guns spittin', duck or get
It's written, we in the but ball different
Point game like Jordan, play the role of Pippen
switchin', like tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, you're out of