Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I 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 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 those who me to run it
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style
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 would get a
Yo, did you ever think you would get
At gunpoint, stripped and out the car?
Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the 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 more bags bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these
Rollin' down like dice in fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a
Yo, up

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

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

Chickenhawks, theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from
The broke-assed, even rock for park trash
yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she away my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in Japan they me Ichiban
Clan, numba won
In the whole nine, I 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, no more no less

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and the symphony

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