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 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, New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I tools

Next 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 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
When I 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, my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

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
ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My family has been trained, to swat 'em if they it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm a casket we have raised hell in midtown
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, from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who jump out a hugo
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, out bitches, and piss on walls

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