Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard it's my last 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, what the fuck you
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
Get your shit broke in half for around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks 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, just for who want me to run it
Then leave them like who it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, Funk 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 ever think you get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, the vein and shit
the trap then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, red lines to shell shock

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

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

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

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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