Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

Erick Sermon, EPMD, it, M.O.P.
Erick and Parrish Ducats
me down, hold me down

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like 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 MC
Get your shit broke in 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, Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap

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

Yo P, time to rock, the I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and my way in
tussle 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
When I spit the illest shit, be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, you smile with Scarface
It ain't my fault, my style 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 to the devil Danze'll kick
tragic 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 Train and I give 'em the whole
My family has been trained, to 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and make 'em do a backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we raised hell in midtown
And gunned in traffic tell 'em what you sayin'
Get the before I tear 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 from
Motherfuckers don't like Fame 'cause I'm not filled
I feel what I so I speak what I feel
and I will, reap and I kill
Motherfuck who know jump out a
up your back with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
Drink brews, curse out bitches, and piss on

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