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 last to shine
I want the and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I 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 that's me
Yo, get on the mic and the Symphony

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
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 leave them who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel 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 Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P.

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

Say hello to the devil Danze'll
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 trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we raised hell in midtown
And gunned down in traffic tell 'em what you
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, straight B'Ville
Motherfuckers don't like Fame I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak what I
Sleep and I will, reap and I
Motherfuck who know out a hugo
Open up your back a mac, uno, uno
nigga, I break all laws
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

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