Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to
I want the chrome and the 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 crab MC
Get your shit in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Fi-darm
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap

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

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, just for who want me to run it
Then leave like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the
That's nigga, makin' you smile with 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 blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

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

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

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

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

This rap game is a street game now, the switched
Rappers are gettin' killed now the same shit
I ain't no 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, is a hobby
Show love when you us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first family will come you with the heaters