Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

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

up! Yo I believe 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
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 leave them like who it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get when I'm in the place
That's nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get you can bet I'll blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

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

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

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

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

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