Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like 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 fuck you
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 Phat
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you smile Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

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, E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use as code name
Told ya, 'em up it's Soul Train and I give 'em the whole thing
My has been trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have raised in midtown
And gunned down in traffic 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear maggot ass flat
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 Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I what I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who know jump out a
Open up your back a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

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