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 grip it hard like it's my time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To break it down to English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more 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 the track and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I tools

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

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

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

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

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

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

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