Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
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 the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' snap 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 leave them like who it?
duck, I do what I feel 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 with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the

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

with fuckin' broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than
Two thousand Benz on my by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc cock these tools
Rollin' like dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper
Yo, up

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

Youth on the move, payin' dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through rhymin'
Hardcore to make brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils from the lyric
like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' down lookout
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and another

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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