Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
and Parrish 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 and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your broke in half for fuckin' around with P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

up! Yo I believe that's 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 for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for who want me to run it
leave 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 nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet blow trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

Say hello to the Danze'll kick
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD shit
Put in work in this game, soldier, I use work as code name
ya, line '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 have raised hell in
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the before I tear your maggot ass flat
Boom, boom, back

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

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

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