Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

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

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 guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then leave them who done it?
duck, I do what 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, that my Silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll 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 think you would a cap?
Yo, did you ever think you would get a
Yo, did you ever think you get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and out the car?
It's Funk Doc, you my name Hoe
My style dirty underground, or po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, the vein and shit
Snatch the then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, red lines to shell shock

Hairlock with broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these
Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee
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, yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them brothers act
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over
Smell the daffodils from the lyric
Feelin' the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' down below
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and spark

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

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and rock the

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