Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Millenium
Hold me down, hold me

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

Next up! Yo I that's me
Yo, get on the mic and the Symphony

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for who want me to run it
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It my fault, that 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 downtown swingin', M.O.P.

Next up, yo I that's me
Yo get on the mic and the Symphony

Say hello to the devil Danze'll
Whenever tragic hit, It's E MO-PMD blastin'
Put in in this cold game, soldier, I use work as code name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the thing
My family has been trained, to 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have hell in midtown
And down in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your maggot ass
Boom, boom, they're

up
Yo I that's me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For the real, straight from B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like Fame I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who jump out a hugo
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

This rap is a street game now, the game switched
are gettin' killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' role model, kids don't
'Cause I'ma hit this bitch throttle
The type to raise up 5 O in lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a
Show love when you meet us, it's love you greet us
Or the first family will come kill you the heaters