Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to
I the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk crab MC
Get your broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
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 cool, no need for static, I strap tools

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound 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, just for those who me to run it
Then leave them who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
I spit the illest shit, cats 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 Silkk enough 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.

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

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 code
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul 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 donatin' a casket we have hell in midtown
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the bozac before I tear your maggot ass
Boom, boom, they're

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

For gettin' the real, straight from
Motherfuckers don't like 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak I feel
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 is a street game now, the game switched
Rappers are gettin' killed now the same shit
I no motherfuckin' role model, kids don't follow
'Cause I'ma hit bitch full throttle
The type to up 5 O in your lobby
Rap is my relgion, yeah, bitin is a
love when you meet us, it's love when you greet us
Or the first family come kill you with the heaters