Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony 2000

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

Yo, I grab the mic and it hard like it's my last time 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?
Remember me? You punk faggot emcee
Get your broke in half for fuckin' around with P
strike 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 track and a jewel
We cool, no need for static, I strap tools
up

Yo, I believe me
Yo, get on the mic and the symphony

Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it 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 them like who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel now
When I the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Yo! I get looks I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin' you 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.
up

Yo yo, it's D.O.C.
Yo, on the mic to rock the symphony

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

Hairlock with fuckin' in nail shops
Hydro? Got bags than bellhops
Two Benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', crews in ICU
Battlin', usin' rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' these tools
Rollin' down like dice in fool
I "Just do it" Nike, outta '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' dues, nuttin' to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo'
Huh, bad news, they souls through rhymin' blues
to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over
Smell the from the lyric overkill
like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville,
The sky is fallin',
I feel my high comin' lookout below
Aiyyo, that roach clip and spark another

Chickenhawks, theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park
Yeah yeah, the God on block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah, she away my pussy I'ma kill her
John phenomenon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan, won
In the whole nine, I mine
Keep with it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Fuck A.K.A., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no no less

up
I that's me

Get on the mic and rock the

Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, top the told
Hot, even dames is froze
Pop range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave 'em with they brains exposed, and stains on
Y'all better change flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, whippin'
the guns spittin', duck or get hittin'
It's written, we in the game but different
game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin', tight ass after stickin'
Man listen, stop your cryin' and bitchin'
Like E and P's last CD, out of business