Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it down to straight English, what the you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab
Get your shit broke in half for around with P
strike two, my style 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 on, no doubt, I spark 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, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' 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 who want me to run it
Then leave them like who 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 nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It my fault, that 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, 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 you would get robbed
At gunpoint, and thrown out the car?
It's Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
When it you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I dash Damon did
Doc, walk, red lines to shell shock

Hairlock with fuckin' in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags bellhops
Two thousand on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin' in ICU
Battlin', usin' hockey
For Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin' down like in Yahtzee fool
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta
With ten with hammers, hooked to a camper
Yo, up

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

Youth on the move, them dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through blues
Hardcore to make them act fool
Hands on the steel, you heads over heel
Smell the from the lyric overkill
Feelin' like the mack 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 clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, rock for trailer park trash
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
Wu-Tang Clan, won
In the whole nine, I hold
Keep playin' with it kid, you go blind, jerkoff
Fuck A.K.A., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, no more no less

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, top the told
Hot, though dames is froze
Pop close at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with they brains exposed, and stains on
Y'all better change your flows, hear how 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
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the of Pippen
Style switchin', tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your and your bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, out of business