Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Sermon, EPMD, yeah, check 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 it's my last time to
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
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 broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike 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 track and spit a
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then for days in, on my own with guns 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 spit the 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 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 rock the

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

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than
Two thousand on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock tools
Rollin' down like dice in fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta 'Bama
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, kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through rhymin'
Hardcore to make them act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over
Smell the daffodils the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' down lookout
Aiyyo, dead that roach and spark another

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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