Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check it
Redman, Man, Lady Luck, Def Jam
Erick and Parrish 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 cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
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' snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I spit the shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It my fault, that my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style
up

Yo yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to the symphony

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

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' these tools
Rollin' down like dice in 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

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

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

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

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