Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab emcee
Get your shit in half 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 spit on, no doubt, I spark the
I step up and bless the and spit a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

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

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 days in, on my own with blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet 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 you would catch a cap?
Yo, did you ever think you get a slap?
Yo, did you ever think you would get
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the
It's Funk Doc, you my name Hoe
My style dirty underground, or 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' broads in shops
Hydro? Got more bags bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc cock these tools
Rollin' like dice in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta '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, nuttin' to
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through blues
Hardcore to make brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack inside a Cadillac
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my comin' down lookout below
Aiyyo, dead roach clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from
The broke-assed, even rock for park trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like
Yeah yeah, she gave away my pussy I'ma her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they 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 no less

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and the symphony

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