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 like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for
Ill cat, talk, slang New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You faggot crab MC
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' with P
Aiyyo two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat
time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the and spit a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I strap

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

Yo P, to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin' necks snap back, like a
E hustle, and my way in
Then for days 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?
Sucka duck, I do what I right 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, my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a
If I get caught you can bet blow trial
Be swingin', M.O.P. style

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

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

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 I speak so I speak what I feel
Sleep and I will, and I kill
Motherfuck who jump out a hugo
Open up your with a mac, uno, uno
Ghettoville nigga, I break all
Drink brews, out bitches, and piss on walls

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