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 my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot MC
Get your shit in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
Every time I get my on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with 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 I feel right 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 Silkk to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll trial
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

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

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

For gettin' the real, from B'Ville
Motherfuckers like Fame 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel I speak 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 break all
brews, curse out bitches, and piss on walls

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