Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
Word is bi-dond, Esco, FUBU, and Phat 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 cool, no need 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
necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like who 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 with Scarface
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 Danze'll kick
Whenever hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in cold game, soldier, I use work as code name
Told ya, 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My has been trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have raised hell in
And gunned down in tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your maggot ass
Boom, boom, they're

up
Yo I believe me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For gettin' the real, from B'Ville
don't like Fame 'cause 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 out a hugo
up your back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and on walls

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