Luyện nghe bài hát Symphony

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

Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, New York
To it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
me? You punk faggot crab MC
Get your broke in half for fuckin' around with P
strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more you through
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 a jewel
We keep cool, no need for static, I tools

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

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

Say hello to the devil Danze'll
Whenever tragic hit, E MO-PMD blastin' shit
Put in work in this cold game, soldier, I use work as name
Told ya, line 'em up it's Soul and I give 'em the whole thing
My has been trained, to swat 'em if they blast it
Hit 'em and 'em do a gimme backflip
I'm donatin' a casket we have raised in midtown
And gunned down in traffic tell 'em you sayin'
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 from
Motherfuckers don't like 'cause I'm not cream filled
I feel what I speak so I speak 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, out bitches, and piss on walls

This rap is a street game now, the game switched
are gettin' killed now with the same shit
I ain't no motherfuckin' role model, kids don't
'Cause hit this 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 love you greet us
Or the first will come kill you with the heaters