Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
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, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

Yo, I that's me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
tussle 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?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

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

Hairlock with fuckin' broads in nail
Hydro? Got more than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' these tools
Rollin' down like in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, 'Bama
ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper
Yo, up

the G O D
Yo yo, get on the mic for the

on the move, payin' them dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, they souls through rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over
the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead roach clip and spark another

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them
Leave 'em with they brains exposed, and on clothes
Y'all better change flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay
When the guns spittin', duck or get
It's written, we in the game but different
Point game Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin', like ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your and your bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, out of business