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 like it's my last time to shine
I the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat
time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
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
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
Then 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 when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you 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 I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, you're on the mic to 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 get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
It's Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style dirty underground, or po'
When it you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I dash like did
Doc, walk, thin red lines to shock

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these
Rollin' down like dice in fool
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' them dues, to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you over heel
Smell the daffodils the lyric overkill
Feelin' the mack inside 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 roach and spark another

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, top the told
Hot, even dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them
Leave 'em they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how spittin'?
Stay in the S-Type, stay whippin'
the guns 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', tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and bitchin'
E and P's last CD, you're out of business