Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check it
Redman, Method Man, Luck, Def Jam
Erick and Parrish Millenium
me down, hold me down

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard it's my last time to shine
I the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, 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 those who me to run it
Then leave them 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 nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style 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 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 get a slap?
Yo, did you think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style dirty underground, or po'
When it hits you, pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
the trap then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red to shell shock

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

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

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

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

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

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