Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard 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 to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot MC
Get your shit broke in half for around with P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the and spit a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
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.

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

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

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

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

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