Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my time to shine
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to straight English, 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 more strike you
is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
necks 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, for those who want me to run it
Then leave like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile Scarface
It my fault, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

up, yo I believe 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, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I 'em the whole thing
My family has trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm a casket we have raised hell in midtown
And gunned down in traffic 'em what you sayin'
Get the before I tear your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

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

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

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