Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and 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, talk, slang New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

Next 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 tussle for days in, on my own with guns
Not for the fun of it, just for those who me to run it
leave them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's that nigga, makin' you smile Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

Next up, yo I believe me
Yo get on the mic and the Symphony

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

up
Yo I believe me
Fame! Get on the mic for the

For gettin' the real, straight from
Motherfuckers don't like Fame 'cause I'm not cream
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
who know jump out a hugo
Open up your back a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls

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