Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, yeah, it
Redman, Method Man, Luck, Def Jam
and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, me down

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard like it's my last time to shine
I the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New
To break it down to straight English, what the you want?
Remember me? You punk crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for 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 spit on, no doubt, I the gridiron
I step up and the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no for static, I strap tools
up

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
Then tussle for in, on my own with guns blazin'
Not for the fun of it, for those who want me to run it
Then leave like who done it?
duck, I do what I feel right now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my 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 yo, Funk D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

Yo yo, did you ever think you catch a cap?
Yo, did you ever think you get a slap?
Yo, did you ever think you would get
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the
It's Doc, you know my name Hoe
My style underground, or Ukraine po'
it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red to shell shock

Hairlock fuckin' broads in nail shops
Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee
I "Just do it" like Nike, 'Bama
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a
Yo, up

the G O D
Yo yo, get on the mic for the

Youth on the move, payin' them dues, nuttin' to
Huh, kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin' they through rhymin' blues
Hardcore to make them act fool
on the steel, flip you heads over heel
Smell the daffodils from the lyric
Feelin' the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the of Seville, figaro
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' down below
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and another

Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, Locash
The broke-assed, even for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your block Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she gave away my I'ma kill her
John John phenomenon, in Japan call me Ichiban
Clan, numba won
In the whole nine, I hold
Keep with it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Fuck them A.K.A., for now it's Meth
it, that's all, solo, single no more no less

up
I believe me

Get on the mic and the symphony

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the
Hot, even though is froze
Pop close at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with they exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how spittin'?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay
When the guns spittin', duck or get
It's written, we in the game but ball
Point game like Jordan, y'all the role of Pippen
switchin', like tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop cryin' and your bitchin'
Like E and P's CD, you're out of business