Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more 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 spit a
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

Yo, I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and rock the

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like who 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 nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

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

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

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

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

Youth on the move, payin' them dues, to lose
Huh, street kids, and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you over heel
Smell the daffodils from the overkill
Feelin' like the mack a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I my high comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and another

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and the symphony

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the
Hot, even though is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze 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', duck or get
It's written, we in the but ball different
game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin', tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your and your bitchin'
Like E and P's CD, you're out of business