Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

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, slick talk, New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
Aiyyo strike two, my style 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 bless the track and spit a
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
When I spit the 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, that my style enough to Shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

Next up, yo I that's me
Yo get on the mic and the Symphony

Say hello to the devil Danze'll
Whenever tragic hit, E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as name
Told ya, 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we raised hell in midtown
And down in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your ass flat
Boom, boom, they're

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

For the real, straight from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like Fame I'm not cream filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
Motherfuck who jump out a hugo
Open up back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls

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